O foolish mortal beings
where do they go
those lives you plan to live
those stories you spin and believe
that stretch to tomorrow
and to the end
Maybe the power of your desire
causes them to have their own existence
snaking silver trails of could have been
by your side
Or maybe they are simply air and sugar
sweetening the now
caught by the wind
and gone
Do you know when you utter those candied words
that maybe that's all they are
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