Little

Little helpless beings

With lonely little hearts

Scurrying across

This planet’s skin

Knowing nothing lasts forever

Everything falls away

All good, all bad, eventually decay

Yet that doesn’t matter to the need within

What was once important

Will one day become

A half-finished memory

Of a forgotten old woman

All the more to need then

To find something to anchor in

Something that will never leave

Known or unknown, pure or sin

For when WE END

And so do our all-important relationships

Nothing will be left behind

To prove of our existence. We have no permanence

It’s not even a matter of importance

Or what will be remembered

Just something, anything

That will remain

We need that, fall to good or evil

Over anything we think to find

Permanent

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