On the edge of the bays
Counting the number of days
Realised that the end is near
But there’s nothing to fear
The last days might be close
Yet no one ever knows
Till when you’re going to survive
And its not a video-game to revive
Live past the days to come
Enjoy every small beat and thrum
Enjoy life to its fullest
Until you get hit by a bullet
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
On the edge of the bays
Counting the number of days
Realised that the end is near
But there’s nothing to fear
The last days might be close
Yet no one ever knows
Till when you’re going to survive
And its not a video-game to revive
Live past the days to come
Enjoy every small beat and thrum
Enjoy life to its fullest
Until you get hit by a bullet
A little poem about living life and making every single moment count as we never know when something can happen
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