Dear life

When we are done, let us go.

Let us not hang on to the strings attached.

This was a beautiful ride,

But we knew it was not going to last.

Scribbling our names on the walls.

Leaving a screech on the road,

Trying to make memories; a memoir;

A desperate attempt to leave a mark.

Oblivion is waiting for us.

It is waiting for our words and thoughts.

All the intangibles are in the end tangibles,

To be replaced by something new down the line.

Everything in this life is fleeting,

Nothing is ever build to last.

Once born the road always trails.

It was a nice ride, but I know it was not meant to last.