The rise and fall

as a kid jovial in many ways
looking at the world as a place
of your imagination
control by the only one thing;
your mind.
designed to narrorate what you call your life.
helping you elude from dangerous situations,
establishing memories,
creating a universe that you control by your actions,
acting as if you're the prime
but your not; you're just another peice that is and will be a was,
at least soon enough.
but as a human being,
we are taught to be keen from day one
learning the ways of those who have come
before us who learned from those who came before them.
learning how to be a peice that will lead the immense
gathering information that only benifits the senses
trying to become an icon that'll be callus in someones mind, like sement.
but that one day, you wont see it coming.
it followed you from your conception
was behind you through your iconic inception
leading to this very moment of your departure.
but what you have is to remember the good and the bad
the chemical reactions that made you happy and sad
the blue skys that were highlighted by white puffy clouds
or that gloomy night you spend in the uncanny ally,
oh those hidious frowns.
the moment when all your cells stop replicating
becuase respiration can't complete;
all 37.2 trillion of them.
all the energy stores in your body being sucked out.
stopping, just like when you turn your laptop off and you hear the fans stop.
and so you don't know whats next.
it came and took you from what you build
and now, you. are. nothing.