Everything Temporary

Sitting at the base of the river
i think what could be my final thoughts
Our life, our possessions
our souls, are obsessions
everything is temporary
destined to become
fragmented memory's
but only death is permanent!
 
True, i suppose
this body is temporary?
its a vessel for my soul
and my very essence is its pilot
my body is a tank
cruising behind enemy lines and uncharted territories
at least that's what i Believe!
but is the soul eternal? ageless, paranormal?
The choices i make are temporary to myself
but to others last a lifetime of torment
my perception of this view  
is what dams me to my current situation.
 
I let go of possessions  
many moons ago living a minimalist existence
never asking for favors or assistance
free from corruption
maintaining my stance and resistance
and like day becomes night, then day again
our love, our hopes,  
our feelings, our fears
these thoughts are fleeting and final
jumbled and scary
everything becomes temporary  
when your dying and weary.
 
Sitting at the base of the river  
i think what could be my final thoughts
she dives in the water and cradles me to safety.
 
I guess some things are not temporary after all?