Invincible
I dip my fingers in the river
and watch the ripples they make,
little lazy circles that stretch on and on.
I’ve never felt infinite before.
I’ve always known my time would come,
my heart would slow
my skin would fade
and my bones crumble to dust,
leaving nothing but a headstone
for my brethren to lay flowers upon.
I know what’s in store for me,
age and disease and a coffin 6 feet under.
So why do I feel invincible
whenever you’re around?
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