I have wandered for many years
Swallowing my fears
May there be no tomorrow?
I question in sorrow
Society fallows these rails aimlessly
Blinded by the lies spoken so elegantly
They do not know of the bullet train
Speeding furiously towards their brain
They do not know that death is like a ticking time bomb
Waiting to take its victims ever so calm
They do not know when they slip into a deep sleep
The next thing they may hear is their loved ones weep
But me I’m not like them
I have derailed from the path o’ so dim
The illusions created by those rails
Will forever and always be fairytales
For life may seem endless
But death is not so generous
Death is merely a train running on
The same tracks society walks along
Eventually they will collide
It’s just a matter of time

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