Work Text:
What is a person?
A simple question,
with a simple answer.
Left unanswered
by those to whom it should matter.
Perhaps they know,
deep inside somewhere,
an idea untouched and rotting away needlessly.
Maybe they just disregard it
in the face of their hubris and pride.
They leave us behind, for eternity.
To greater things, they ascend,
their lesson never learnt.
And what are we to do
but carry on.
And in the end,
we will fall.
Unspectacularly,
just as they did.
We'll be more joyous about it than they ever were.
For they left us,
to suffer the same fate as they did.
And as the rain
turns to snow,
and everything erodes,
and regrets burn deeper,
we'll know the end is coming.
Eventually.