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Why do we cling,
To hope and fear alike
Why do we keep waiting,
For one or the other to strike?

Why can’t we ever be
Free from our mortality?
From worries, from blight
Free from this sordid plight

Why do we want, something new
To pacify our morbid souls
Why aren’t we ever happy
With our assigned roles?

In this chaos, this order,
We look for boundaries, a border
And then we’re happy, boxed in
This purgatory, this bubble of sin

Becomes our wonderful pathway
And we gambol about
Until, until one fatal day
We hear that bloody shout

Death’s here, O Death’s here
To take away your dreams
And then we surrender, with a tear
To Time’s unbidden streams…