Where do we go?

 

We go where

the light of the candle goes

after you blow it out…

The smoke lingers

intensifies

then dissipates.

What is this journey we call life?

I don’t know

A journey of the heart,

full of greetings and departures.

Death,

the end of the journey,

Birth,

the start.

Of laughter,

our sense of humor

our heart’s defense

against the misery we face.

What of sorrow?

Someone wise once said:

it opens the heart,

it softens it,

so we love more deeply than before

Of our time here,

of this I am certain:

There is no rewind,

no fast forward,

no repeat.

This is your life

your time,

what will you do with it?

 

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