Nothing left and everything remains

Memory of a dream forgotten

Plagued by paths untraveled

Tortured in a haze of what could’ve been

Years ago the choice was made

Once decided, never considered again

The fire of burned bridges makes ghosts

Most still ask how it’s been - but it’s all pretend

This life is a game no one can win when the choice is barely survive or just give in instead.

Doesn’t matter what you read, what was said was that all ends up dead. So fill your head with the knowledge - spread it but don’t fret it because the truth is that in the end it’s about connection, not collection. Don’t wait ‘til there’s nothing left and everything remains

Instead live a life of constant reflection.