Life when young is open and free, our pathways to the future
are filled with a myriad of goals and achievements we hope
to accomplish one day.
Traversing down destiny's road we begin to stop more often
to smell the roses, notice details of nature and diminishing
moments being spent with others and doing things.
Now in this certain area of our lives, seeing that we have
been shut down so to speak, seeing the ending horizon very
clearly now.
Waiting expectantly to enter that moment of death when life
has been finally extinguished, even those close to us know
nothing of what we're thinking or feeling about it.
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