Life is like a golden goose which has never been laid
We are a mere product simply a bad egg
Life is worthless ending so fast
Never starting
Never ending
Always to suppress
Inevitably made to depress
Some make it with money to show
A life of leisure, No pity needed, No pity given
But others live a life of love never to get
So much to give
Happiness which is measured in a type of self-satisfaction
Yet, Life is a waste whether you give or get
Free or Bought
Doesn’t matter, in the end you don’t come back
Not to love
Not to hate
Not to haunt
Not to fly wingless in the sky
But..., rather to die, soul lost feelings gone
Cold dead body, forgotten though time
The few remembered, the billions who aren’t
Can’t help but your spot has not been filled
Chance taken away by choices made
Decisions which no longer can be controlled
And things which can never change
With the spot filled, Forever lost
Yet, have never been gone,
Things that never happened, and all that did good or bad
Soul escaped, Dead and cold
Finger to trigger Barrel to head
Just remember you think you’ve been living
But you’ve always been dead.......
 
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