Cheers to an isolate life.
Cheers to all the burdens of tiny mice.
Cheers to the singing of maids.
And cheers to all the men who'll eventually fade.
Cheers to the glory of life—
always awaiting death; coming in eventual time.
It's so sad. It's so sad. It's so sad.
Family and friends. Even pets, may soon meet their end.
It's so sad. It's so sad. It's so sad.
One may only hope for the paradise that awaits.
But until then, cheers to the glory of life—
always awaiting death; coming in eventual time.
One by one, little by little, you'll start
to realize, that humans truly are ephemeral.
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Poetry(2017) A book about feelings + freestyle poetry (?) I wrote some of the most cringe and emo shit, so bear with me.
