83. A walk to the end

There will come a point when nothing will matter
Like the ends of  a cigarette, you'll be dimly burning
Your skin would peel off, like the ashes
Awaiting the end of your destiny
Yet trying to unfurl the album of your memories
Your skin would have thinned
You would feel every drop of blood
You can witness your veins trying to survive
Your murmuring gums remind you're Alive
Right and wrong won't matter
Beauty or brains won't matter
You'll thank god for someone being beside
It won't be the vibe
You wouldn't remember your tribe
Life would've run you through so many cycles
Reality would be far away from what you once thought it was
Because everything including people is temporary
And the happiest feelings are just momentary...