we call life,
rubble forming undertoe
foundations crumbling
changing all we know.
Everyday we treck onwards
forever trying to reach greater heights,
crawling desperately
clinging mercilessly
to the fading lights.
Like a mirror made of glass
or bottle full of booze
all that we are
all that we know
is strewn near and far.
We are not kings,
we are barely men
we are nothing more
than skeletons
adorning the wreckage upon the shore.
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