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My Wings

What do wings mean to someone Who was never shown they could fly? What can you take from someone Who has never had something to take? We grow from children, Children told to be adults Keep running and running, what are we running to? That question rattles, rattles my bones. Not afraid of myself, afraid of everyone else, Walking into the ever unknown. The dying walk among us, Work right through into dust. That last day they clocked in, They clocked out without suspecting Their number was up. Are you working on living? Death won't stop working towards you. Do what you love, Don't let them corrupt, You only get today once, Please don't trade it away. People predicting a parade to pull them From this earth to beyond, I'm sorry to tell you, you've got it wrong. The parade is what you've been living, Take the time to celebrate Before it's too late. You only get today once, Let's take time to play,
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