and now, you hold your coffee mug close, as you stare at all the young and the restless, moving about in there tight figures, while your starting to find it quite difficult to take a small step, with your skin drowning, your hair thinning, your cloths old and worn out, you always dread the day gray hair invited your head, but here it is.
you spent your life pointlessly
living it for the day as you said
but now here you are
lying alone in your cold bed
your books keep you company
for the mean time
you wave as they fly out the windo
your days of prime
so here you are, sipping your coffee once again,and staring at your reflection, at all the lines forming around your eyes, at all the skin hanging over your jaws, pain dosent exist anymore, mere helplessness.
you can do nothing but breath.
si la vie
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