Isn’t it truly a revelry?

  That we all get to live

  In such a state that, to be

  Is to possess a gift ready to give?

  Isn’t it wonderful?

  That by the doom that awaits us

  We are freed from constraints plentiful

  And forgetfulness becomes the remedy for all that once was?

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  For if all is forgotten, and what comes past

  will never in a human’s mind live

  No boundaries to a soul could then be cast

  So the end of all, becomes something not to grieve

  In the abstract nothingness of a distant tomorrow

  When our galaxy by its central darkness is swallowed

  No lives lived matter, which would be a sorrow

  If not for the realization that under no limits, one’s life could be followed

  For what consequences could be imputed

  To those who no longer are?

  And whose memory would be left to be disputed

  If all humanity has by then fallen, been turned to tar?

  So live your life as you do

  For all you do, has been done

  And if not so, just the same will come through

  For remembered at the end, neither will be for anyone