Race Against Time

She flies away 

Blissfully, swiftly away

Like an angel lurking for an innocent soul to take

But not life, no

Age is what she seeks

An adolescent at its spiritual peak 

To diverge and establish as weak

 

Held captive now

Captive to her unscrupulous fantasy

That it is to him of her philanthropy 

But a day will come when consciousness rejuvenates itself

 

Now what has man prepared

And how will he fare

When the Lord calls his name

And he has nobody to blame

And bashfully he sinks in his frame

 

A soulless soul

Only then will he ask for a second chance

A second chance to awake from his trance

To sprint through his final laps

But in this race against time, a mere relapse

 

So know, man, that now is your only chance

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