The days go by as quickly as a bullet can pierce your heart,
Leaving you pondering:where do I start?
The dawn of a new day intrigues you with much promise,
All the time wondering, what is it that I can do?
There has to be something,
Because it seems that everything once valued
Is losing its substance.
You try to fulfill your purpose
As the days become months, and those months become years
With the bullet all so close to your heart.
Along the journey, you've thought that
It's time out for hating, playing, and betraying.
People are leaving this world.
Yet many have failed to notice
That time is of the essence.
Every day, we as a people lose sight of our blessings-
Failing to awaken, while God still gives us a chance.
Before you know it, the years have gone by.
And the bullet has pierced your heart.
Now, there is nowhere to start.
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