The silent passenger
Through the time I traverse, moment to moment, memory to memory.
The riches on the way, I always grab a fistful.
One by one they slip away as it is in their nature.
Little remorse is felt since they are but ephemeral.
On this perpetual voyage, I must sail without lingering as a remembrance,
for I embrace who I truly am, the silent passenger.
This poem is about:
Me
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