And even heroes die
sooner or later
and maybe sooner is better
for human, all too human we surely are
None stand long upon a pedestal...
Can't set any examples,
rarely follow any lead
Living lost within the moment
at such a pace, it is sometimes hard to breathe...
But heightened senses have their own rewards;
the pulse that quickens,
the vision you run towards
can become a shining moment,
and instant etched in memory,
just as the gently falling leaf
does not diminish the beauty of the tree...
And what are we if not our thoughts?
Not the treasures we have stored away,
not the time we think we've bought
What is it you're thinking
when you have time to wonder?
Where does your mind go
when the real world is torn asunder?
Written sometime between 2000 and now... written upon the death of one of my old heroes, but which one i forget... peace
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