The silent passenger

Through the time I traverse, moment to moment, memory to memory.

The riches on the way, I always grab a fistful.

One by one they slip away as it is in their nature.

Little remorse is felt since they are but ephemeral.

On this perpetual voyage, I must sail without lingering as a remembrance,

for I embrace who I truly am, the silent passenger.

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