Life is fleeting,
As a butterfly with no wings
I watch...
day in...
day out...
Sun Up...
Sun Down...
We sit there waiting
Waiting for decisions
Decisions to be made for us
By us
We wait for the fight
The fight to end all fights
Is there life at the end
Or is there always just death
I long for the blood of tomorrow
I long for the flesh of today
In hopes to reunite
With my once ago self
Life tends to me just a dream
A fleeting dream of old memoirs
Memoirs of our past
Our past selves of before
Can you believe in it
You see it...
Hear It...
Feel it...
But is it real enough
Real enough for you to believe
The flowing fountain of Love
Cherished and Adored
Hated and Feared
All the emotions we hold onto strongly
Can you rise above the clouds
Or will you fall beneath stars
Either way...
Can life really be that...
Simple
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