Time and all its potential.
Before you know it, there'll be nothing left,
And with regret, you will be full,
For things you didn't do, which some argue,
Is worse, than for things you did.
"But, society leaves nothing left for ourselves,"
You say on your death bed,
Which may be true if you try to be responsible,
To the activities,
Which are demanded to maintain this system,
Of inequities.
And it's alright,
No one's saying there's an alternative.
Either you live in this world or you,
Live life as a fugitive.
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