Choosing a life of dimness does not feel like a thought
Rather a chase of everlasting ineffectiveness.
We are told our whole lives to create meaning
When skies of gray humble our eyes.
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I dream of a world where we can all mean something
But looking around I fear
The world is too big for we are so small.
Time begins and then it ends.
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Scared in the four corners of the brick building
Of the state of our unbeloved world.
There must be people who care
But there must also be people who do not.
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Top of the rank leading the way
People pushing left unknowing
Whether to go on the next train or stay.
A thought maybe not all will have.
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Piloting ourselves behind our very eyes
I look around and see
How many of these people before me
Are truly not what they seem?
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But with each breath
And with each near miss and blink
I find myself older but not yet wiser
Or maybe that is how it shall be.
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Until time rests I will try to outrun it
Loosely like a runaway train
Believe me or not
For I am still young
But life is not meant to be plain.