Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Contemplation

Our fates intertwine like the roots of trees
Crossing each other's paths for only a moment 
Our heartbeats grow rapid as time passes on
Have we lived our lives to the fullest?
The stars above are merely an illusion
An imprint in time that has long passed
Is that what humanity will become?
Merely an imprint of something once thriving
Simply a memory of future's past
Will we be our own undoing? 

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