Everything is measured somehow,
Marked by linear space and time.
What begins must someday end.
It's proven time and time again
As church bells toll their
loathsome chime
To the passing of another friend.
Youth is such a hypocrite,
Letting us believe forever
Is a goal we might achieve,
Leading children to conceive
Of never-ending fairy tales,
Of fabric with unbroken weave.
We are but a moment here,
A pebble dropped into the sea.
Our concept of eternity
Is just a theory. Hopefully,
We strive for our allotted time
In life's broken infinity.
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