midnight madness; fever dreams
it's clear I married much too young
through time tunnels, draped in blue
innocent voices sing guilty songs
trying to do right things that are wrong
plans best laid often go awry
from ruins, golden cities rise
succeeding empires crumble in time
deaths dire dirges and hymns of hope
float, intertwined, upward to the wind
it profits not to question why
live as fully as you are able
for we all, too soon, shall die
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