Immortality

Born, we live, and we die
What's the meaning of life, if life is so short?
To each, their own.

But my meaning is this:

We're like fireworks, spending most of our time getting set up.
Only to be launched into the wintry skies of tranquility.
Content. Life goes on.
We're like flowers that bloom and vanish in an instant.
Flowers of fireworks.
Transitory, we are.


Some dream of immortality.
Some dream of the sweet release that death provides.
Some dream of blood and bone.

What is immortality? Living forever, and staying the same?
Then.. wouldn't death be considered this?
That's just the delineation.

Look at us: we adapt, we change, we live, we survive.
We do what needs to be done.
Constantly adapting to our surroundings, we are immortal.

Your own life depends on its success.
Living beautifully until the end, with an array of explosions.
What is living forever, if we don't live?