I can never be someone else,

I can never do anything else.

There’s only one of me 

Forevermore. 

Creation is my only fate,

Sentenced to flights of amazement,

Forevermore. 

Weaving blood into ink,

Turning soul into paint,

Transforming heartbeats into song—

Those are all the sacrifices I can make 

To the world of nevermore.

Ward of the whimsical muse,

My footsteps leave behind singing flowers

So this world could never be lost 

Forevermore. 

In the mortality of the self,

I hold a mere moment from the distant dead

And make them live forevermore. 

Even when I turn into 

A forgettable pebble of death’s hourglass,

A memory remains to see 

The future forevermore.

By Dana Trick

From: United States