Life
In this game, this time, this place.
Neither you nor I will win, for we will be defeated.
By each day, each hour, every moment.
As one lyes there helplessly with no one left to care.
As time runs out, as we take our place.
For only the air exists.
For we will not float and we will not sail.
One by one just disappear from this life we called our own.
Copyright © Kristina Carlisie | Year Posted 2006
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