Do
the days and years trickle by like drops of rain or speed by like a raging
river?
Do
the little nuances of life become ordinary?
Does
the song of the first birds of spring still warm your heart?
As
the world around you changes, are the things you see new or simply ideas
reborn?
Do
you see yourself as a witness to the past a keeper of history or a lost relic
roaming the world?
Do
you treasure those memories or wish that you could forget?
All
the women you have seen those you’ve touched and left your mark. Does love
still find your heart?
Can
you feel the pain of loss or is it dulled by so much of it?
If
you had a choice would you live these lives or give it all up and live the one
mortal life you started with?
Tell
me what it is like to live on seeing the same reflection as the rest of the
world ages.
I
can only wonder what it must be like to live 1,000 years.
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