There comes a time when logic dies
Though wearily life rolls on.You see dawn fade in youthful eyes
As an eternal present grows long.
And yet there is neither a future nor past,
It will always and only be now.You live through a day that may be your last
Forever reluctant to ask how or why.
You whisper alone with your final breath
Refusing to beg from the sky,As silently you freeze to death,
Too shy to live, too proud to die.
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