Life
Life is so incredibly fleeting.
One moment we are kings,
riding the aurora of success.
Then we are struck down,
left broken and mangled.
The life slowly leaving you,
was there but a moment ago.
Where did it go?
but to the land of souls.
Life is immense,
it is grand,
it is also short.
And often ends inexplicably.
Live life,
don't spectate
For at any moment,
it could all dissipate.
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