play

do we play at life?

3-dimensional fighters
in a 2-dimensional ring
dancing like shadows on a wall
without substance,
flat and featureless

do we die at each day’s end
and awaken anew
fresh golem made of fresh clay
old memories, new banks?
there is death in the past,
while the future is promise,
life exists only the present.

it does not matter in the end
take heart and know this –
that wherever i go
i am meant to be

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