better lead a life
and know it precarious
than insane boredom
of security
of abiding by rules
actually behaving like mules
the monotony
lethargy
and being carried away
on the same pony
of time
where going astray is a tremendous crime
whom are we fooling
we live for hours
days
months and years
yet die in seconds
you cannot overcome
and run
run
run
it will catch you anyway
the undead
of time
you cannot fight it
with the broom-
-stick of your existence
there is no magic that will keep you
flying
away from your doom
it's a theatre
you have a part
to play
and when the curtains fall
you cannot stay
depart
pass the baton
and that's your call
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