A rough way to live
fearing the end.
Concerned with every dark corner
and what may be around the bend.
Consumed by not knowing
and lost in wonder.
Jumping three feet
with every crash of thunder.
No present in the moment
merely surviving.
Just going through the motions
not really thriving.
Lost in the dark
not knowing how to live,
death takes over
with nothing to give.
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