ambiguity in name
by: Nickolas Aleksandar Nikolic
What in a name isn't but sorrow creeping as a vine We want children but can't bear to expose them to the very things we desire. We are not notable, are we? but every child sees further than we could. We rest in a cradle of 150 years and are forgotten lustfully. May they be good years for all.
Genre: Existentialist Sentimental
Meaning: Life lives and forgets. Our best hope is to be remembered well, then sink into anonymity. 150 years is the best we can hope to be notable.