A million tiny deaths

Your words are like machine gun fire
Bullet holes through which my thoughts perspire
Ideas drip forth and stain my shirt
All birth walks hand in hand with hurt
Your philosophy like the blade of a knife
Opening me up to life
Slicing through another’s sowing
The pain and blood that go with growing
The bomb blast of your truthful vocals
Scattering me both far and local
Spreading both my flesh and mind
For death is part of life’s design
And changing but a point of view
brings death to old and life to new
Yet do we mourn our old ideas ?
Do we lament with grief and tears ?
For all of these mental process's
make us more than looks and dresses
Make us more than friends around
for life follows minds fertile ground
So maybe heres a lesson learned
for all of those for whom lifes burned
Just like ideas things come and go
A simple truth, yet not all know
Nothing here will last for ever
Eventually fates knife will sever
Every day a range of death
From changing view to a last breath
A million tiny deaths each day
For once we’re born we cannot stay
How to give with fist clenched tight
With eyes screwed shut we have no sight
So like our thoughts release the grasping
For peace of mind thats ever lasting
Let attachments grasping hands
free our minds, no more demands
Enjoy our lives, the ebb and flow
Learn its dance before you go
For nothing here shall you own
from the first breath, till the last has flown