YOLO is a Lie.

He says he wishes he could live two lives, that,

After this shell cracks and his soul leaks out,

He could have another body, try it all over again.

I say, we all live forever, that we,

With limited breath set the stage for eternal life:

Each outward expiration sticks to someone else, like pollen,

So that we are carried, fertilized and grown,

Even over fearfully built brick walls;

Even in countries where we’ve never been;

Even after our bodies give out and fade to dirt;

We grow quietly, forever, on the gardened backs of others.