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Fear grips my heart I know not, what the future holds, Whether this is the end Or the start. Death, they say, is inevitable. Then why does it scare us? Why it causes all the misery & despair? Or threaten to turn memories into fables? As time ticks, the body melts away, Bit by bit, towards what, know none. We run and run and run. Nonetheless, there is no escape. One day you know You too are old 'Cause all who saw your childhood Are gone. And you're still stuck In the same rut Which was left behind By those whom death struck. Wonder why then We make plans Thinking 'Someday I shall...' Because someday has no definition. Why is it so difficult To live in the moment? To do today what we plan for later? To simply be a child, and not an adult?


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