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Suffocating Statues
Leaves drift in the wind
Yet things stay the same
And slowly behind songs of the wind and sparrows, I suffocate
Pondering an eternity that I only sit and watch
Slowly time and rain wear me down and I rot away within
Immortality a joke, because life is about being one big immorality.
Until we do something,
Until we take the step to be more
Until we leave a reason to be remembered
We are only suffocating statues
Slowly meeting our demise, no longer remembered for forgotten glories,
And already forgotten for what we never did.
Cx Patterson
