The Oblivion Of Time
On The Absurdity Of Everyday Life
How many days fall into the oblivion of time
How many moments, simply discarded, for the sake
of the future or the past, losing ourselves in
temporary pleasures of the flesh, while we
forget we forget, years after years
How many days will I truly remember
when, mere seconds before death I contemplate
and reflect, on a life half-lived,
spent almost awake
At times I catch myself, living through
minutes and hours and weeks where I know.
I know I won't remember. Moments that don't
matter. And it's then that the absurdist in me
yawps at the void of life ;
To an indifferent silence, not even an echo.
And as my many days, I myself will inevitably
sink deeper,
in the oblivion of time
About the Creator
YonathanJ
I've been an avid reader for as long as I remember, and a writer since childhood. Crafting stories fascinate me. I write to share my outlook on life, that is often taken too seriously. Hope you enjoy my writings
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