Devoid

Thursday, November 20, 2003:

The journey of life is a series of seasons
First comes spring; fresh and new
Full of discovery
But terribly uncertain
The bright days and fluffy clouds
Are forgotten by the fierce storms
And biting winds

Summer follows spring
And the uncertainty vanishes
Joy fills the heart
Love runs rampant
Life is what it is
And thats all there is to it
But after time
There is a problem
Living becomes too certain
It loses all meaning
It leaves a sense of desperation
And an urget feeling that promts the search for lifes meaning

Fall is ushered in by summers' ending
The uncertainty of spring returns
As the end of life grows near
Now there is a search for proof
That it was really there
A series of meaningful moments
The beauty of remembrance
Carries with it the soft whisper of death
And forces acceptance
Of a life now completed

As fall dies, so must we all
Passing into the winter of bleakness
The memories fade
The winds now from Lethe come
The beauty of remembrance
Is replaced by a terrible amnesia
Time slows down
The sun disappears
Life has reached its winter
This is the end
Chris // 11/20/2003

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