Untitled #10

you are fleeting
your body will decay
and you will be forgotten
our world is millions of years old
and you are only seventeen
in a hundred you'll be gone
you'll be forgotten
that's okay
we're all forgotten in the end
not even our names will last
our headstones will crumble
and our buildings will tumble
and all that we were will be dust
like the billions of people before us
you are fleeting