Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Caffeine Shakes

Everyone said she died of a broken heart
It was her turn
As the wheel spun
She was young but that doesn't matter
Brilliant but her words are now forgotten
The grey matter replaces and condenses every whisper of her

Sometimes pass and some more after that
Another her
Another turn
As life left her tired
Death left her breathless
She was young but that doesn't matter
Brilliant but her words are now forgotten
The brain pan rewinds and resets till there's very little left

Dead words from closed lips still lingering in my ears
When the wheel spins again, will it be my turn?
I'm still young but that never matters
A little foolish, and these words are already forgotten
Someone else and someone else and others yet
Will defrag and untag and reset
'Til there's little left to say
'Til there's nothing left.
And so on and so forth
'Til the earth is our only epitaph.