The End

Routine Lapse pt. X of X

Until we meet our end we live on and on again.
Vowing ourselves to a life in search of something more
And on the passing of a wind old age becomes a friend.
Until we meet our maker, until we meet our end.
Your years went by in the blink of your eye.
Your time lead you hear, looking in the mirror.
With a face you hardly recognize.
With hopes and dreams of better days
Until we meet our end, living on again and again. 

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[Emily B]

A prophecy, it feels circular, cyclical. "From dust thou art to dust returnest was not spoken of the soul."