Life

by Chris   Jul 16, 2008


The future moves closer as the world around you crumbles.
Ripping at your life waiting for you to stumble.
Outlines of life stand before you watching you tremble.
Steadily waiting for you to disassemble.
Standing tall you catch whatever is thrown.
Not cowering down but settling in your throne.
The long journey still remains unknown.
So confused and beaten you are still not alone.

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