Life Goes On

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Painting done by the amazing @artfully_antoine on Instagram!

Dawn breaks, unending
As the world awakens to
Dream through another day
So fleeting amongst all else
A second to breathe, just a blink
And so life goes on
Pushing all to look to the future,
For so quick does the present
Fall under the grey shroud of
The past, an oblivion that
Haunts the future, for memory
Dwells in a slower time,
Tainting all that will be
With all that has already been

As the sun crests its noonday apex,
Hope dances with pain, blended beyond
Recognition, for as tomorrow approaches
Yesterday has not yet gone to join the
Memories of yesteryear, lingering to
Tarnish all the memories yet to be made,
Wilting the blossoming dreams before they
Have the chance to bloom,
And so life goes on,
Uncaring, unyielding to the struggles of
Everlasting time, forever unbroken
Regardless of how memory drags on,
Falling further and further astray,
Unable to float atop the endless river
Of past, present, and future in life

Eventide comes to call, the halcyon
Sway of the rising moon swirls to
Awaken the dreaming impulses that fall
To the wayside each and every day,
Forgotten in the depths of minds
Buried in the waves of the present
While still lost amongst the past,
And so life goes on
In wandering paths, aimless through
All that has been and all that may ever be
Till the night reaches its end,
Till the darkness gives way to light,
Till the cycle of life circles round anew
For eternity lives forever, ceaseless in
Dreams awoken and laid to rest in slumber
And so life goes on
Unbound and entrapped by memories without end


It was really fun doing this collab piece with my best friend, @artfully_antoine! Make sure to check out her other amazing artwork and give her a follow!

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