Can't think of the start date,
Like chronic pain after an accident,
Or low interest rates,
They're part of who you are and e'er will be,
The structures in your life,
That you take for granted and you build on,
In which you take shelter when day turns night,
But nothing in the world lasts forever,
That's right, not even you,
The grass, the morning sun, your brand new car,
All these things will end, too.
But there's still you,
The destroyer of all,
You may see things come and go around you,
But once you're gone, there's no trace of the walls.
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