#1874-Locked


In younger days,

I likewise wanted,

To leave something behind.

And not just anything,

But some things grand.

Books filled with wisdom,

Or a charity,

With my name behind.

Today I understand why.

I wanted to matter,

In other peoples’ eyes,

But also frightened,

Of disappearing one day,

Forgotten in time.

Those thoughts,

No longer linger around.

For now I’ve accepted,

There is no escape,

From life and the inevitable.

Facing truths is often hard.

And being locked up,

By one’s own hands,

Not particularly avant-garde.

Susanne & Sasan

Picture by Susanne Navid - Words by Sasan Navid

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