I would like to grow more fond of my company, after all,

lonliness is the only emotion that isn't fleeting.

We spend our time, money, energy, effort

we spend everything we have, hoping to somehow discover

some way to avoid the only constant company we will ever have.

We desperately search for a concious mind to connect

and through this, we hope to find meaning in life.

But what if I was to connect with my sub-concious mind,

to fall head over heels over myself?

People fear being alone on their death bed,

with no company during their final breaths.

But in the final seconds, in the countdown, 

how terrible would it be,

to not love the only person that will die alongside you?




This poem is about: 
My country


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