The Curse Of Immortality Poem


So many want themselves or others to be immortal.

To watch the seasons pass without care.

To have the anxiety fall away.

Special and protected.

Fully in control of the clock.

But is that what they really want?

***

Look at the bright chaos in life.

Struggling to pay the light bills.

Grey responsibility heavy on the shoulders.

Mind turned monotone from the stress.

Being immortal would not change any of this.

Control over the self but not the environment.

***

A blessing soon become a curse.

What those people actually seek is a bettering.

Filled with delusion that time is all they need to get there.

Improvement of condition where they are at true happy bliss.

Regardless of fickle time.

A cry for difference.

***

They do not truly want immortality.

An evil genie’s wish granted.

Fool’s gold of a solution that would never solve the root of the problem.

Worth everything to the scammer and nothing to the wiseman.

Instead, sell that wish for something greater.

The time you have left spent where it matters rather than trying to break the clock itself.


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