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Take a breath
With open eyes
Smell the air
to smell nothing.
Feel the wind
it's so familiar now.
To live so short
yet it feels so long.
Stand here.
Wondering.
A ticking clock.
To most,
simple.
To me,
fearful.
Tick tick
the clock stops short.
Is time eternal?
Yes.
and no.
Tell me how much longer.
Don't let me slip away,
into the sea.
Alone.
Are you still listening?
Or are we walls?
Speaking.
Yet deaf?
And blind we are.
To think we see.
To be lost.
Needed to be lead.
When we think we're leaders.
What is reality?
Is it what's been told
Or what I know for truth
Is it none of these?
Only to know when ticking stops
Death.
The one thing we all fear.
What we don't know.
Yet those long passed do.
Yet they have no words to speak.
A dead man has no tales they say
all so true.
Is this all for meaning?
is there purpose?
is there more to all of this?
or is it
nothing?
we all know the ending.
but is it truly the end?
I've been left wondering.
That's all.
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