Tragic Destiny

I say to myself

Don’t let it go

Don’t let the words go

But the wind hollows my out

And the cold air makes itself at home

I have no choice but to confess

as you’ve always known

defenseless I stand

in awe every demand

becomes as passing like dust

and the flame of windowless night

I give myself too much credit

for the things I do

when I’m only as strong

as what I don’t

the horizon reminds me of the path ahead

and setting sun

of the life I’ve already led


but tragically destined

to die

taken for granted

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