We are the
wreckage of our past
Or the
bridges to the future.
We are the
outcome of everything
Or the nonexistence
of nothing.
Self-explanatory
it is
Yet puzzling
as can be.
Life is but
the consequences
Of past
actions or inactions.
We breathe in
the oxygen of the universe
And release
the carbon of our existence.
©A Furious
Child, September 2018.
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