awoke from the slumber
the lapse of time
I have got nothing to show for it
entertained but not enlightened
recalling today
for a trace of tomorrow
being one without a lifespan
new thoughts must follow
the daylight draws to me
and the surroundings are not what they used to be
lights fill up space
in a solitary place
walls consumed
all the knowledge harvested along the way
watching the others
this stagnant state gall the hardened heart
a pace towards an early grey
is there life before death?
planted firmly with an abundance of time and no sun
if there is life before death, I live it through you
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