I live, live like the clock's persistent tick-tock.
Doing little but representing the inevitable.
Channeled by the constraints and vagaries of life.
Guided by the needs and dreams of others.
Propelled by a gale of responsibilities.
Lighting my life are the thunderstorms that, fall
in my voyage through the ocean, this world.
Knowing little of its ends or purposes, just following
The current where I find millions
Other vessels both great and small, all following,
Seeing and sensing the same world.
But is that all?
Am I just a reflection of all around me?
An inanimate mirror with no ingenuity,
No ownership, no creation
But just a single lingering string of breathes
Held together by the monotonous lub-dubb
Yet when I close in to the great precipice of death
An uncomfortable emotion rises, fear.
Fear that rises from the embers of a dying fire
Fire that led me through this long tedious voyage
And as the last ember dies, I fall off
And pass into the never ending void of death
And all my existence is wiped off by the ocean's wave
I and all that was mine are dead.
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