Bound By Death
Time can not be ours.
All moments become worn.
Are we bound by death?
Have we come to die
as the water calm? Will our hearts be
still as the days are long?
Do we leave behinds behind to begin at endings end?
To feel our lives born again, will we throw away lost
memories of how it could have been?
We are bound by death.
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