Life and Death,
Both granting the ultimate freedom.
Traversing boundaries,
Allowing us into other spectrums,
Where it's never lonesome,
As we walk to our own rhythm,
The rhythm of the journey that our footsteps make,
Countless risks we take,
Hoping I don't live to regret my mistakes,
Leading to heartache, and evidently heartbreak.
Eventually, the future will be created,
When will we awake?
To enjoy the fruits of our hard labor.
The universe is ill-fated,
Try to enjoy your time,
Before it's too late.
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