I see it everywhere. it lingers around us, it watches and haunts us. some fear it, while others still welcome it with open arms. those of us who want it and can't have it, it sounds like a luxury. but someday I will pass on to the next plane maybe not heaven, maybe not hell, but somewhere. I will follow where I think I need to go. But in the end death is our final awakening.
I take it and give it, but in the end it coes down to how much of it we have left in us, the tides turn and the sun sets every day but your life doesn't we continue to live even in sleep. At least most of us, there are those of us that arent acctually alive.
Who would see me as I stand there, looking blank with naught a stare to find these things we hold so dear to us the immortals. As we watch the city bustle and fly by us we can't help but thinking........Why the fuck are we here?
This life is small and filled with problems. it could be broader if we could eliminate the problems. Unfortunatly we continue to find ourselves in a rut, some of us daily. and we ask our selves. Why the fucking problems?
this world is brazen and sickens me. I want to be free of it and fly to the stars. But this life is holding me back from acheving these dreams I hold so dear. Why's this world so fucked up?
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