silver lining

It cringes as we speak
the final countdown of our lives.
What we believe appear to be
fools us for lust and devotion.

I concur not to be let free,
as freedom sucks at saving lives.
Could not this be the end,
I run forward fighting gravity.

The concerns that belong to the mind,
doesn't abide to the mechanism of the body.
What we have are two in one,
a series of metaphors forming our words,
an analogy of perfection in billions different eyes.
Which simply say that I am not just me.
It is me and you and them...

As the contradiction grows tighter,
may our lives end within that silver lining.

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