My life flies past
with the speed of a sound,
discombobulating,
burying underground,
a souless expression,
a marching beat,
a clashing of images,
the stamping of feet.
I watch the sun rise in the east
see it set in the west,
imagery and trickery
some of the best,
as I head onto what my fate holds,
as my life carries on, as I grow old.
A discerning smile,
disarms my everything,
makes me wonder
what am I doing here ?
what is my life?
do I have anything to fear ?
hide the trouble and strife.
bury my head in the sand,
something I used to do,
not any longer,
I face it head on,
its made me stronger,
as my life carries on,
taking me to a higher level of understanding
deep within myself,
as I no longer leave myself on the shelf
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