What is this life that has come to be?
Every day a reflection of what has made me
Does everyone live it? Or with the smallest tap
do they slip and sigh of the edge of the map?
What is this life we've come to endure
A cure for living, or living for the cure
That of death and his all loving embrace
As we reach the very end of this rat race
Is that what we wait to come to pass?
Just sitting and watching our lives flash past?
Lying and watching our bodies decay
As decades flit and fade away
Which leaves us to wonder
As we come to our end
Is this how everyone spends
The life they're given
The only one
They waste their flesh and bone just on
Trying to survive, to keep their head above ground
And so till death they stick around
Not really living
Just enduring
The flesh that lingers
On toes and fingers
The life thats wasted
And barely tasted
Where is this life that was once mine
That now lies in ruins in satin sublime?
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