
A poem inspired by the futility of immortality, asking why anyone would ever long for such a thing.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Mystery - Words: 112 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-26-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2295628
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When you've lived forever,
what else is there to see?
Immortal seems an awfully
boring thing to be.
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When the world is conquered
there's nothing left to do.
Except to handle paperwork and armies,
and the occasional bout of flu.
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You have all the money,
but now what's it worth?
It has no value to anyone else
left on Earth.
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Then you've killed every enemy,
Now what about your friends?
You left them there in the dust
And it seems you've set a trend.
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You been there and seen it all,
now what is there to see?
Immortality is unwanted.
Or, at least it is for me.
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