It hurts to envision the imminent
You've been left behind
Watch my feet race each other
Keep reality from my mind
Bringing up the rear is permanent
But when I look to each side I find
Children, fathers, and mothers
Walking with me, equally blind
All struggling with the same omnipotence
Forcing this path on mankind
With so many our path smothered
Yet solitude.
The future is written in words we cannot read
Walking through pages words become our feet
Characters in literature,
Leaping for the last page
Landing in the next sentence
This book will last an age
It doesn't matter to be mature
When nothing matters in a moment
When you're just being written and read
Just another wretched component
In an odyssey so massive
So dark yet so very litten
There's no time for us to be passive
Our story needs to be written.
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