I wrote this in Kuwait Airport waiting to leave on a flight out to Bahrain.
Its inexorably time To write my final rhyme Im waiting in line As life passes me by These dozens of people Walk to their own beat But nobody sees What's waiting for me Like sheep of a flock Their blind to the end An undeniable truth A despicable trend We all wait just the same As these lines in my brain Keep me from going insane If life was so great And to live is a gift Then why are we a sift Amongst this mist? There is no order Or nothing to stop them No sign of relent No traces were human No desire for better Just pieces of matter That decides our future Id stand up if i could But that would mean ive been sorted Just two more minutes And then ill be boarding.
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