Those before us,
The ones after us,
And those present now.

Are all part of the neverending cycle,
It scares me sometimes,
Knowing that this world isn't my permanent place,
Many have been here before and have left.

I don't want to be replaced,
I don't even want to die,
The plans I've made for my life,
Goals I've set to achieve or have achieved.
May all be forgotten.

The biggest problem has to the fear of being forgotten,
As I leave to a new place unknown,
Leaving all the pleasures and loved ones.

Is there a way to stop everything from happening that way,
Or is it important to go through this cycle,
Surprisingly all humans are got at getting tired,
Whenever we experience the same thing for too long.
© Willowyml