untitled.
when i was a young boy,
and i thought i’d live forever,
i thought the days went by so slow.
but now it seems, the days and years
won’t stop passing me by.
all i know is that i
don’t want to die,
and it’s not like I want to
live forever,
but i just don’t want to think about being gone
because all i know is that i’m not done.
yes, i know, it’s dumb
to be afraid
of things we cannot stop,
so i just go on. i just go on
and on and on and on
and off.
05.12.14.
UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s) 
I think you’d like Julian Barnes’ ‘the sense of an ending’ he expresses the ideas of perception of time and age really beautifully.
I think the fear you have described is at the essence of all fears that we identify as other more superficial things in an attempt to avoid thinking of the end.
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Your economic use of words is strikingly beautiful – it captures a view of the fluid topic of mortality in a frighteningly poignant way. Thank you!
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I really like how you ended this, it really brings home the the point and circles the poem back around to the beginning without repeating phrases.
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The last 2 lines is the same title of one of my poems. And I so love your writing. Hoping more poems to read fromthis blog 🙂
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