Immortal
The clocks race with me
I chase love and run from death
I am youth. I am immortal.
My heartbeat calls out and
reverberates eratically in my chest
The night embraces me, as does
the cold, as did the warmth.
Echo, echo. A maddening echo shouts
out with every word I speak
It reminds me of the bearing of
every word spoken, every action done.
Youth is wasted on the young. We are immortal.
Love is but a figment of the imagination
A reality chased only by dreamers
and those who desire a world of blissful pain
No, bliss AND pain.
But the subconscious mind of every human
will chase love. It is inevitable.
Thus, we are all dreamers.
We all wish to be young,
to remain young. Youth's essence.
We choose to be immortal.
Although, sometimes we cannot be such.
Turn away from life and contradict your being.
Nihilist. Do not be stupid.
Play with emotion, play with feeling,
toy with humanity.
You will meet your own. Karma exists.
The world is an interplay of opposites.
Everyone is dying. The youth are dying as well.
Death is eternal and immortal.
Thus, are we immortal?
Embrace life, embrace death
Embrace figmentatious love
Embrace humanity
Embrace You, Embrace Me
We are Youth. We are Immortal.