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Dec 2012
As a child we move through each day in bright and blissful haze,
until we move on to our formative years in a whirlwind of a daze.
The world is ours to have and hold,
time is something to be bought and sold.
Many years go by before we realize the truth,
and see what we wasted in our youth.
What a sad revelation when you see what you have become.
Surely, this is not what you dreamed of when you were young.
Oh you had such visions of grandeur, how you would light the world on fire,
but how agonizing to realize it shall just end in a faint funeral pyre.  
You will have left not even a fingerprint on the annals of time,
not even a mark that can be remotely defined.
It will be as if you never existed in this cruel place,
as if your life was spent just taking up space.  
You will come full circle from whence you were born,
and a heart full of hope will end in a life forlorn.  
Wide eyed and innocent we came forth from the womb,
Dim eyed and worn we will go to our tomb.
Written by
Jay
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