Death and Success

I find an intense disposition

To find my position

In the states that

Are forever divided

I feel lost

I feel weak

Somewhere between

Death and success

The hardest place

To overcome

I’d choose the rock

If I knew I’d feel this numb

But I have a slight

Insight to the outcome

We don’t make it out

Alive

Regardless

Of how hard we fight

One day

We have to die

And I guess my time is coming near

I feel lightheaded

Like maybe death

Whispered the date in my ear

But I feel a sudden

Uncontrollable

Discomfort

Like I wanna be here but

Maybe the great beyond

Is better suited for my

Soul

I just feel incomplete

Like the things I wanted to

Finish

Never came to me

Do I claim defeat?

Or fight death

With a chance of

Success

Only to know my time

Is still limited

Why?

Do the good die young?

But the rich and evil

Live forever

If someone could explain

Maybe I’d know

Where I fall on the podium

Still unsure

But somewhat aware

That I was a good person

Or do we ever truly believe

That our lives

Had actually meaning

Or are we a spec in the universe

For this is our cage

We are burden to live here

Because somewhere else

We were indestructible beings

Some of us haven’t grown

I see

But me

I think I’ve learned the lesson

That this unfortunate universe

Is just a blessing

Afterwards we move on

I just hope

Not to be alone

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