My remaining days,
Merely a shadow of those expended.
It’s as if I’ve floated through time,
Aping smoke, born of a match head,
Drifting Indiscriminately,
Chasing dreams, oft dwarfed by reality,
Evaporating days,
Auto-bused me to the stop at which I stand;
I realize now, that life was truly a vapor,
And beyond life, a timeless existence
With God.
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