Temporary

  

Everything is temporary. Nothing in this world lasts forever.

Today I am here.
Tomorrow, I could be gone—
gone with the wind.

Some would miss me.
Others would pretend.
The rest would simply remember.

Isn’t it sad?
One day you’re here, and the next,
you’re out of someone’s head.

But here’s the truth:
I want to feel it all.
The joy, the pain, the love, the loss.

Because every feeling reminds me I am alive.
And every ending restores me to myself.

So there you have it—
the secret is out.
Life is fleeting,
and that’s what makes it precious.