Another Day on the Path


Another day can hold life.
Another day life can breathe.
Another moment for our eyes and ears most use to sense all, where is next place to do day after day with another feels the same.
We’ve been put to a clock one that can’t be changed to reset as if the time we have is even unknown if we had seen it once.
Ways we choose to spend start at the clock, and time can end it.
See it when you look back to when the little moments went to “The End,” how then we feel when we think we’re going to lose the life in front of us.
At the last moment, we can see how we move one to the other.
When we wake up, to find ourselves in the fog.
What is the last thing you want?
I want, or I want to...

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