Insurrection

Henry Ansencio_Surrender
In flight. Forever running. 
A cloud of dust behind,
Ahead… 
The cruel bind of time waits unforgiving.
Laugh now. Embrace it all
For nothing stays.
The good and bad
Wilt under moonlight both,
Their life too brief.
With their bloom will pass
This hour’s joy 
And so will too its grief.
There is no constancy for either dead or living.
Do not repine
Nor plead for a respite.
Burn bright
Against uncertainty and fear,
For all is set to pass
And all we have to hold are memories
Until the end draws near.
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