Now that I've internalized mortality,
How should I act to honor this reality?
It's not merely a shift in my point of view,
There is probably more to the metamorphosis, too.
As morning rays gently touch my soles,
A thought awakens of a finite life's role.
One more day, another chance to be,
Yet knowing it slips away so swiftly.
Should I just let the hours pass by,
Or cherish this day, let myself fly high?
Allow mortality's wisdom to be my guide,
Live to be Alive, not merely bide.
With newfound awareness, I seize this grace,
Each moment’s precious, in an infinite space.
For the gift of waking is not for granted,
Mortality needs nurturing once it is planted.
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