Over the Hill
We’re born explorers
Eager to grow
Balance the borders
Go with the flow
Untouched, untainted
Unacquainted with time
Yet to be painted
A wide open mind
Our canvas’ bare
Possibilities, endless
Play without care
Virtually, senseless
But then, a swift shift
Abrupt and unforeseen
Leaves us quite miffed
Awoken from a dream
Puzzled by distortion
Vexed by sheer shock
Struggle through absorption
We plead for it to stop
But the ship has sailed
There’s no turning back
Our efforts failed
Just like that
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