Immortal Thoughts

You are, as you have always been,
The most wholistic remnants of my soul.
I live, eternal, through the honest 
Sentences and metaphors I’ve told.

Although I do my best to change 
What I believe we may be doing wrong,
We may not have a thing to gain 
From me when I am nothing, dead and gone

Unless I give us all I am
By sharing without holding back a word.
My only window, flash of life,
Only for a second am I heard.

I don’t lose hope for my ideals,
Because I know how gradual change can be.
And so I give myself to you,
In case there’s something valuable of me.

The End

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