The meaning of life is
A walk in an endless park
Where ticks a biological clock
Each moment is moved upon
Or sleep will be dark
For the light is ahead
The guides always fading
And the real is escaping
Press on
The hands of the blind will find
Hands that crush your body
And your mind
So cut apart the real time
The times of your life
Short
The spark itself chased
Is getting harder
Life is not the dream
It ends sooner than later
So soon
The stairs can't be
Unless the pace is kept.
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