Everyone’s existence is a mere blink of an eye,

as pyramids quickly rose, then slowly crumbled.

For the chronicles of our time is but fleeting sigh,

while all empires grand, in time, doth humbled.

We all gaze up at the stars that burn so bright,

wondering what lies beyond our cosmic sphere.

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But that light is from ages far past, not tonight,

and like those stars we'll all one day disappear.

Time shall always march on, both near and far,

and while quite cruel, it’s just the plain truth.

I hope your essence endures as a timeless star,

engage now and make good use of your youth.

We should cherish this gift, so small and finite,

and embrace each moment with hearts alight.