Centuries of lives pressing down So heavy the weight So close to the ground Time warps and abstracts the lives we lead So can we learn Or can we just bleed When my time ends will it be of my bidding With a rope or a razor Or the true coward winning All my lives colliding in this reality Blending this time To end the triviality The pursuit of happiness is the pursuit of pain So we journey alone With nothing to gain Until finaly the centuries all come crashing down So heavy the weight So close to the ground
Reason for writing:
life
Birth sign: Taurus
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