Never ceasing, its endless march advances
It matters not, your circumstances
Beggars and kings are equal before its might
Willing or not, you're always being pulled into the twilight
Slow and steady, it tightens its grip
Settle in, and enjoy the trip
Is it a kindness or a curse
Would eternity be worse
A life with no limit, a prison for the weak
A world without hope, how bleak
You'll only live on till the last breath which utters your name
A legend or a nobody, it's all the same
Will you struggle to survive
Let it all go, or thrive
Whatever the case, try to hurry
You don't really have time to worry
Do as you wish while you walk this earth
Only you'll decide what it was all worth
And when it's at its end
Ascend
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