\u00a0<\/p>\n
A wisp of smoke, fading away.<\/p>\n
A rose past its prime, wrinkled, wilted, falling apart. \u00a0<\/p>\n
Dewdrops in the noonday heat, fragile, ephemeral.<\/p>\n
Rays of the sun swallowed by the darkness.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
Is this all I am?<\/p>\n
Is that all we are?<\/p>\n
Is this all there is?<\/p>\n
Is that all life is?<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
We are here now.<\/p>\n
They are with us now.<\/p>\n
We see them no more.<\/p>\n
They are suddenly gone.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
Is this our only lot.<\/p>\n
In this here journey called life?<\/p>\n
It troubles me; this question eats me alive.<\/p>\n
How I hope it is much more than this.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n
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\u00a0 A wisp of smoke, fading away. A rose past its prime, wrinkled, wilted, falling apart. \u00a0 Dewdrops in the noonday heat, fragile, ephemeral. Rays of the sun swallowed by the darkness. \u00a0 Is this all I am? Is that all we are? Is this all there is? Is that all life is? \u00a0 We … <\/p>\n