 | My soul aches of a thousand
Different deaths. The age,
Fatigue and dreariness.
A life full of wonders, beauty
To be marvelled at, and still
No where near the end. How many
More dreams must be dreamt?
How much more time
Must be spent?
A future uncertain, but with one
Guarantee. What has a beginning
Has an end. Unaware
Of this soul’s past, it’s previous life,
It’s creation, whose to say
It will end?
So Until then, I’m uncertain...
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