Why should I even care
I will die
As dies any mole, horse or shoe.
My children will not remember me, but my name,
But a few habits of mine
‘Me’ is not for forever.
I look at the orange sky, mating with dark
As the sun has set, the colors are dying
Tomorrow’s colors are not of today
The man who guards my house is a refugee
He has no nation, not much money, no promising job
He looks at the sky just when I do, and stops, as I do.
Why should I even care..
The universe plays a game in its life and in its death
Does the Universe care?
I am not bigger than the Universe am I
Not more special am I
Its not death that makes me cynical, its life rolling to death.
All life rolls to death, even great life
For greater works live in lives of posterity
The minute thoughts and feelings die with a body’s soul
Immortality will look at darkness, eternal light will tire of eternity
I care for the love I love, dreams I dream, transcendence beyond just Life and death’s reality, even if for a moment
Just in reality, why should I even care.
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