we're not living for a long time, are we?
and yet, most humans waste their life,
concerned about unimportant things,
and filled with worries and stress.
I'm one of them, and I don't feel,
that I can do anything about it.
thought it's sad, I don't have the strength,
nothing important enough to struggle for.
but we're only here for a short time,
only here, filling a little more story to tell
into the world, already filled to the brink.
desperate to leave our person vivid in the minds of others.
whether we do it through love, war, music, science,
or something else, something grand
-kings did it through buildings, pillars and walls,
things we can touch.
others choose to leave something that we remember,
as if it was horror or warmth, the memory or reminding brings to us.
but I feel so helpless
-what shall I leave behind?
why even bother leaving anything?
as long as I live now, as long as I can live a life, that I'll not regret.
but I can't, Im not that strong.
so if I cry, I lose, if I don't, I cannot do anything at all.
where does strength come from?
through our affection towards others around us?
hate? confidence? pain? faith? ease?
I don't know, I don't know!
we're only here for a moment
-but Ive gotta make this moment mine.
because this is the one and only I got.
even if I cry, hate, love, or sit here.
it's mine. my only one.
my moment, my time, my life.
so fast. so I'll hang on to the dream of a time where I won't regret.
and give it my best, but helplessly weak attempt to reach out and grab it.
my moment shall not be wasted.
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