Do we start racing toward our fate
The minute we emerge from the womb
We kick and cry because we can’t wait
To live out our life before the tomb
We reach out to grab life by the throat
We know our actions make no difference
‘Cause the words have already been wrote
To pen the end of our existence
Or are we forever evolving
Changing our futures with every breath
Is our life constantly revolving
Until we succumb to the scythe of death
Beautifully written. :’)
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Words to ponder. You certainly have a way of making one think.
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Thanks Skip.
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i love the way to encapsulate what every person must want to do as soon as they start having cognitive thoughts and push towards an end, not realising when they are almost at the end they want to hit rewind, lovely reflections Jerry.
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Thank you for the comment. End the end, we all wish we could change.
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Deep 😎👌
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Thank you
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