when you blow out
a candle,
where goes the flame
?
when the misery subsides,
where does it hide
?
when the wind rakes
through the pass,
how does it
part
?
when the spark is
extinguished,
where goes
the soul
?
in all things,
our remnants are
left behind
to inspire, to
build,
to recreate through
another vision.
it is in us that the story
moves forward
from past stories,
past obligations
inspired by
other souls.
-a network of history
divided only by
our will to
see it blossom.
it is our art that sets us apart
from common greed.
it is our will that grants us
immortality.
it is the common thread that
connects us all to a
greater scheme.
when you blow out
a candle,
where goes the flame
?
the meaning of life
is to live.
all of our experiences gather
through our lifetime,
granting us solace
in the last moments.
some miss the point,
grasping for things that
can't be taken away
when the last breath
is spent.
what we leave with is only
within ourselves.
nothing else exists beyond our
inner gains.
we are free from pockets
with only our consciousness
to guide us through the way.
it is the impact we leave behind
that defines us when we're gone.
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