The world craves immortality
Eternal youth, energy and beauty
These are the deepest desires
Of our silent dreams
Yet these thoughts are simply specters
Silently creeping
Through our darkened nights
Through our sleeping dreams
And while the world around ages
And slowly dies
We few
We poets
Will forever be alive
For through our words
Our thoughts
Our muse
Our words will survive
Long past our time of youth
For immortality is not of the flesh
But of the mind
And thus
Our words give us our living breath
To be passed down through the ages
To be forever
Alive....
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