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I watch images of my looking back,
My tired life of this and then of that,
Listening to my life’s own soundtrack,
Awaiting a song, ne’er to arrive at.
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I do find myself naked and ashamed,
Seized by the world’s ceaseless brutality,
Amongst those demons who cannot be named,
And I am stripped of my morality.
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With my life’s rise and fall of prospects,
Leaves my sorry end absent of all sense,
I am so tangled, manic and complex,
My search for anything is highly tense.
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And time drags by, slowing every second,
Yet the smoke over time begins to clear,
To my fear a red, burnt hand does beckon,
And I now know death’s moment does crawl near.
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But the starless sky does show joyous signs,
And time will always obey the wise sage,
As with eons old stones he does draw lines,
Designing the boundaries of my age.
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