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we died

Found the inspiration for this poem after a long day of work. Ruminated on why I was spending so much time working, and the realization wasn’t pleasant.


Childhood died when ambition was born.
Forget wonder.
Discard joy.
Seek power and money and fame
at the cost of life.
Strip the layers and you’ll find
sulfur,
ash,
and petrified souls.

Why fear death
when we died long ago?


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