Living

Are we all living for the world?
Are we all living for a truth untold?
Are we living for other’s, their strength tied with us.
Are we all living for ourselves, a life of dreams to come.
Every breath we take for what purpose? 
Every move we make, has it just begun?
Are we all living to use up our time.
The time in that hour glass that gets smaller and smaller.
Was it all a lie?
Why we’re all living?
Are we living for ourselves? 
We’re like plants on shelves.
No one wants us, we’ll wither away.
Wither away into death, that maybe isn’t so far away. 

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