Information, and technology,
Growing each and every day.
Where can anyone find themselves?
It’s a race through time,
If one continues to think about yesterday,
Caution please stop.
Yesterday is now an imagination,
To the future generation.
To this reality arise.
Arise to be great, and hardworking.
Locked in a box, it is the home.
Choices that were made are now so far gone.
Living in those choices this is where it is at.
Communication afar off,
To distant for a heart attack.
Children play, people laugh.
One find themselves in a ditch,
Money never lasts.
With no one to help,
With problems to face,
Life continues at its own pace.
Unable to control the tempo of life,
One can only dance,
Then life knocks on the door,
Death comes maybe then it’s peace at last.
To another life is given,
Then death shall return,
As time moves on,
There is nowhere to turn.

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