Rumoured to have been born
some day
Forecast to die for sure
one day
Between the two certain unsure shores
oaring my time away
distanced from eternity
Must do, urgent, immediate
and such pressing nonsense
filling up my hours and days
What sunrise and sunset missed,
I can't recall a leisurely meal
I had undistracted
Emptiness sprinkled with pleasures,
regrets peppered by numbing indulgences,
I evade the present
befriending memories dead
and dreams unreal
One confused/ lost being
from without and within
Yet get to walk through life
as a symbol of success
authentic.
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