You have seen the world with weary eyes
Have stepped upon the wonders of the world, spread at your feet
Have tasted such feasts, experienced such pleasure, have indulged your senses—
But have you ever dreamt a dream such as mine?
Lived a life such as mine?
Loved a love such as mine?
I am mortal.
I have dreamt dreams of a mortal man, lived a life of a mortal man, loved the love of a mortal man.
Where every touch of joy carries the sting of sadness
Every press of courage lies a bombardment of fear
Every second passing has the weight of centuries
Where every movement shuffles you closer to death
I am mortal. I am dying. I am strong.
Copyright © 2011 by D.F. Jules
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