Carpe Diem
Gaze upon a tired world
ancient and wise at times
scurrying creatures made from clay
forever re-inventing life
Shape-shifting immortal mortals roam
deep within oblivion; hiding, biding
their precious remaining days
Sand runs out with an eerie smile
reflected on the dusty hour-glass
Tiny trickling specks of nothing
going nowhere fast
Last but not least; a glorious feast
dancing and all the while not knowing
long ago the dye was cast
Then I heard you calling me
calling upon me
to call you
Daylight dreams evaporate,
Shades of remembering cling.
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