A man of little faith has no limbs
With which to climb the highest peaks
In suffocating valleys of spiritual death,
He lies waiting for the world to change
Long suffering is due to those sorted ones
Who refuse to accept their part in life's game
Those who run in hamster wheels
Untill they realize their endless peddling for naught
The morning sky's promises at a second chance
Should not be taken lightly like so many other symbols
Comprehend that the one you took this morning
May be the final sun you're allowed to see
Did you breath it in, and enjoy its every breath
Or were you running blind, forgetting its simple truth
The Sun will surely rise without you come next morn
If every hand had played, and the world had moved on
Blinking a wasted act of solid space and time
Yet uncontrollable like the forces that bind our fate
Wake up knowing that there's just minutes left to race
Or let them slip away and forever forget their face
Knowing your last breath wouldn't save you anyway
You would surely call upon yourself
Forgetting the ones standing left and right
And who could blame you anyhow
Self preservation is just what you were taught
Endings of foolish ones are always quite the same
Their moments of clarity come just a few seconds late
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