Too Short

Too short to cut short,
Each intake fleeting,
A reminder of our temperance.
Life and death -
A thin separation;
The final breath could come
Any day, at all times.
Triviality rules us,
Dominates through idiocy -
And pointless consumption.
Affairs of the heart,
Political cul-de-sacs,
All lost in the end,
Fought for without reason
To succeed,
Bar happiness,
A futile commodity in itself.
We are too short,
Yet sometimes feel like an eternity -
A retrograding mind
Is dangerous,
Fleeing rather than facing fact.
With a silent shake,
Perhaps with broken faith,
Nothing is said:
A quiet escape is made.
Life is quick,
But not so much as death;
It is too short,
Yet the realisation is thus:
We live; we die -
How is the waste in-between.