Breath

I sit and think of days gone by,
of seas and sands
and distant lands
and feelings fill my heart...

As life drifts by
I wonder why
we are here...
Is there a reason?
Is there hope?
Is there love out there?
For you?
For me?

Are we ever willing to accept
that as the time ticks,
the clock clicks
shut;
The fear inside us will one day release itself
and find a heart
to attach to ,
to cling to ,
to watch ,
to learn
to hope for and to grow...

In the end we are but specks of dust
in the universe that surrounds us...
Small,
insignificant,
hearts that beat...
nothing more ,
nothing less;
Souls that fly
as the world draws it's last airless breath.

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