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| Staring into the Night |
Look at all the little creatures
Flickering lights passing below
From light to dark
Life to naught
Do they care for me?
Care if I care?
Wonder if I worry for them
And their little existence?
They are but passing blips of time
Sound light and motion
Then nothing
While another takes over
To begin the dance anew
Forgotten candles burning in the wind
Flickering feebly with determination
But eventually drowning in their own essence
Fulfilling the fruit of their effort
dwindling after a struggle
into non-existence.
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