At the end of the day you are alone
In bed at night
With outcome of freeze and flight with coin toss
You fight and die
Survival is a present of the fate
And wrapped in lies
Suppose you have a life to thrive
To short to smile
To long to apprehend with mind
A solitude is one's perspective
And happiness derives
Out and to the home we ran so angry
And sun there always shines
The ones we love embrace
The ones who's here still
With use to see who else in chase
They are a river and you are their windmill
Alternatively life should carry purpose
But still you cheat on what defined
Provides you peace and mere comfort
And then you wish you never saw the sights
Of pure darkness about which you always cry
And books you read and poems rhymes
We stand no chance to sit in place or line
And every move towards results in fines
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