i site upon a youth's grave,
then gaze upon the moon,
i have seen those who are called brave,
and those whose time ended to soon,
i then ponder about ourself,
stuck in between this tide,
i take books froms almost ever shelf,
and wounder if time will every take our side,
then my mind starts to wander,
if i get to leave will i have absolution,
would anyone find my grave and take a gander,
or is a better pridiction to my future in this solution.
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