Reaching For Ties

Reaching for the ties that bind us to this world is futile, there are no attachments here for us. All is temporary, life cannot be held onto by either you or I, it is a fragile endeavor to say the least. Apoplectic tributes falter, struggling to carry us through with no paths unwinding before our horizons. Left standing, life inside, awaiting other shores, beckoning to come ahead. There are no messages or notes to be taken or given, no one knows how but at death we all become strangers to our lives on earth. We no more carry voices or heed communication like before, we have wandered off, over the future's sinking horizon. Tentacles not able to bring us back, we will soon be forgotten as we float upon the seas of future death.