Somewhere along the winding trail of my life I realized my life was about me and your life was about you, and sometimes our lives bump into each other for a moment or a millennia.
Everywhere she goes the wind blows
She is the butterfly
Unfurling her wings
Creating her own theory of existence
As they stood looking in the mirror watching themselves fade into the ether.
They asked themselves, was it worth it?
Was life on earth as you had hoped?
Did you learn your lesson?
Knowing there is nothing that comes after did you live well?
Shit
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