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 TransientIn every moment there is a fleetingTruth, unnamed but always feltBy the time it is describedEverything has changed And the narrative no longer holdsWords just falsify What was once real Books, chronicles of myth History, a kind of mourningFor everything lost Every biography is resurrectionWithout the transubstantiationHeaven is a fairy taleWith lots of good lessonsBut it gets boringListening to it before bedEvery single nightWe all know how it ends:Everything you ’ve ever wantedEveryone you ’ve lovedPluraling into eternityWhere ’s the fun in that?Maybe that ’s why there’s noBook of Heaven in the Bible If you were god you would lose Yourself in this world tooWake up one day With no memory of anythingThat led to this particular moment Not knowing who you really areWhere you ’re goingOr what ’s going to happen nextAll you can do is actOne thing and then anotherAs long as you canWith all of your heartUntil the day you wake upSurrounded by loveAnd everything you needAnd can ’t decide if it’s betterAs heaven or your actual life Or neither —Just another vanishing dream3/26/24

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - March 26, 2024 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs