Time falls short,
As if, in a blink of an eye,
Ashes, like burnt feathers,
consumed the sky, shopping port,
Sickness rises, no soul to deny,
Love turns to lust,
As we began to trust,
Fear of Happiness,
Happiness to fear,
Are we here?
Do we feel?
This isn't the end,
Nor the beginning,
Thus, might we feel Faith,
Possibly Hope from above?
For within our hearts,
Dreams of love,
From pasts endeavors,
Love,
Lust,
Fear,
Hope,
Ambition,
Deprivation from Suffocation,
Emptiness, from Abandonment,
Do we really feel?
Is this just the beautiful game?,,,
Imagination?
Time..
Shake it off,
tick tock,
walk,,,
Smile,
Continue on...
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