You will fill as you head,
Into this world,
New and naked,
So is each step you take,
Like sparks from a fire,
Bright for a time,
As intense as dire.
And how else can you live,
You who are so bored, so fast,
Forever thinking about what you could have been,
Or were, but couldn't last?
It's alright,
You never have more time left than you do,
You're always about to die,
And live, too.
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