Inevitable
Blind squirrels and broke clocks
Take short drinks for long walks.
Death is a rite of passage,
Whether you are ready or not.
No, wait.
Never mind.
I forgot.
There I go again,
Lost my train of thought.
The perpetual sunlight hurts my eyes,
Nowhere near the pain of lies.
Hid behind their false disguise,
Lady bugs and fireflies.
Apple bottoms, cherry pies.
All the things I ever loved.
All the foes my hands have shoved.
All the sights my eyes have seen.
All the laughs and tears between.
The moment passed
The moment lost
Your precious time
Is what it cost.
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