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Looking back down upon the world from magnificent twilight skies
Makes me wonder if more could have come forth from my life
What is taken for granted is what impacts most on already burdened souls
I’ll beg, I’ll plea, I’ll get down on my knees, to be gifted to return

A second chance is often too late to change what has been done
Fixing the past is an impossible feat when the present is already in ruin
Time feels so infinite when you’re living through it in bliss
But the whole world can topple in just a matter of moments

Dreams may always stay dreams if you stop moving forward
Becoming stagnant is the enemy of progress, the crippler of motivation
Compliance cannot be accepted, it must be pushed through by force
So that even the constellations above may be attained in time

What can be done when it is too late to tell your story?
When you can change nothing anymore, but must rely on legacy present
How there would be such an urge to scream, to cry out
As a ghost, forever tortured to see a past life incomplete

When all the memories of yourself have been forgotten
Is when death in this world is truly claimed final
For so long as you live in the hearts of those who remain
You are still alive in the world that never stops turning

Death may come at any time, without us having any foresight
The scariest thoughts that haunt our minds, brought forth to light
That we could be erased without a second chance to be gifted
And existence would cease, the timeline a string to be cut

Nothing we can fathom is forever, but blips in time
The never-ending clock that marches forward with or without
So we strive for meaning and legacy to be carried on
Before turning into stardust and returning to the void

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