Everything Is Temporary
everything is temporary.
the future will be the past.
all them certainties,
are going to fade away,
and you’ll have nothing to show
only a morbid mind,
obsessed with death’s cold hand
and voices echoing from long ago.
everything is temporary.
what are we going to do?
but dance and laugh
drink and cry.
even your unstoppable greed
will not be a place to hide.
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