Watching life, staring into it's depths,
trying to figure out where I fit in.
Sun sets constantly on ideas and thoughts,
fragmenting all of it metallurgically.
Sensing deepening proclivities towards an
afterlife filled with choices, lights line
up, voicing their admonishments while hiding
disappointment brought to bear upon a horizon,
landscaped and choreographed for a future
eventful death.
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