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Several simple words on the lightly lit paper, in a slightly dark room.
So light was the paper it seemed too heavy to be real.
Every line my eye traced the outline of demise,
And then it was my forfeit with tears in my eyes.

The words offered no more comfort than the cold paper.
No warmth came in my ears as the grim hand of death touched my shoulder.
He pointed ahead and I heard the words for what they were,
No time is definite, and the end is always unsure

My feet dragged on the melting sand as every step deepened
Soon it was breathing in the fumes from the smoke stack.
There my hand was, waving frantically for help and care
That's when I pulled myself out, where I just stood and stared.

I was looking right through myself into the mirage
One year left and all the paper and words couldn't change it
So with a blessing, as such I call knowing my own fate
I won't just sit or stand or seemingly lie in wait

There is nothing that can stop me, nor get in my way
And death even chuckled, arm still stretched long
For what he was pointing at, far off in the distance
Was a smiling face I swear was my own, living for the instant

My breaths almost come easier now
My bones don't seem so weak
And it is times like this
I wish I knew the past wasn't so bleak.

We often forget, whether it be you or I
That the past has come and gone again
And if our eyes don't see the morning light fade to a silent night
Then our future will never be, again

Description
Several simple words on the lightly lit paper, in a slightly dark room.
So light was the paper it seemed too heavy to be real.
Every line my eye traced the outline of demise,
And then it was my forfeit with tears in my eyes.

The words offered no more comfort than the cold paper.
No warmth came in my ears as the grim hand of death touched my shoulder.
He pointed ahead and I heard the words for what they were,
No time is definite, and the end is always unsure

My feet dragged on the melting sand as every step deepened
Soon it was breathing in the fumes from the smoke stack.
There my hand was, waving frantically for help and care
That's when I pulled myself out, where I just stood and stared.

I was looking right through myself into the mirage
One year left and all the paper and words couldn't change it
So with a blessing, as such I call knowing my own fate
I won't just sit or stand or seemingly lie in wait

There is nothing that can stop me, nor get in my way
And death even chuckled, arm still stretched long
For what he was pointing at, far off in the distance
Was a smiling face I swear was my own, living for the instant

My breaths almost come easier now
My bones don't seem so weak
And it is times like this
I wish I knew the past wasn't so bleak.

We often forget, whether it be you or I
That the past has come and gone again
And if our eyes don't see the morning light fade to a silent night
Then our future will never be, again