drifting
does life just ramble ever on,
wildly chasing a vision our mind has set upon,
blindly trusting instincts and beliving we are safe from the unknown,
yet twist's in us and bad luck or chance encounters are prone,
allways making us wonder are we realy alone?
sadness will ever try to repalce, the happy times past and gone.
as in the begining we will trudge ever on and on .
and dust we shall be when our human shell dies and the unknown carries on...
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