Unspoken
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The World is like the Endless Sea-
For there are many things meant to be-
Yet so much more still to come-
Any absolute prediction is complete fiction-
We are in no way-shape or form in the know-
Our lives are planted and continue to grow-
If we were to swim in the waters of life-
We certainly will not come out of it alive-
What is to be know is how fast we swam-
If we caught our breaths-gave up our strength-
Kept pushing on-or stayed afloat-
With the last breath-water enters our throat-
No words left to speak or preach
It is a silent death
Our sunken body is no longer our own
Just a decaying body-with no one in it
So what is left of our tragic story-?
We keep on swimming-get out by passing-
Should we all just wait to die?-
Do we help other stragglers make it by?-
Do we hand people a safety vest?-water wings?-
Is our life measure by how long we live?
Or the lives we save-not the breaths we take away-
The breaths we give and inspire-the stories we tell-
So they will no longer be forgotten-no longer unspoken.