Death In Our Future
Time rolls on
A silent countdown
to nothing in particular
Each second gone
worthless in its succession
Leading up
to more decisions to be made
and more meaningless worries
that haunt the spirit in spite
Every minute disappears
killing a dream
each time with it
and dragging it
to the pit of our souls
to rot and infect our bodies
Every waking hour
there is a young soul
hoping and striving for something more
still alive but inching closer
to the future
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