The Ride
From the second of conception
Time begins its endless ride
Always traveling faster and faster
Leaving each breath behind
But we have no choice
We joined the ride before we knew better
Now, most of us are well beyond our prime
Still riding that ride
Collecting memories and feelings
Loving and losing the way the ride intended
We are hoping it will not end too soon
But also hoping it will end when the time is right
However, we do not have a choice
Whenever the conductor comes around
He will look carefully at our ticket
He will be the one to decide what station is ours
When he does that it is when our ride ends
And he won’t care as our ride leaves without us
© Poem – ***/X/MMXXIV
LRET
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