Growing is a constant enjoyable or not,
Adaptation occurs willingly or fought,
Time is conjured and cannot be bought,
So what to do when we fade is true,
We struggle to grasp the color blue,
Every reflection am I new,
Age is wisdom and wisdom dies,
When will we learn from historic cries,
I am me in infinite lives,
I’m caged in a sphere surrounded by skies,
So now we turn the page of day,
A book so shallow Without a say.
What else do I have as we fade away.
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DevilishDeMuth
20:29 Mar 24 2025
I edited this to add one word not realizing it would delete members comments. I apologize. Cabrewolf2