Where are we really going?
And why have we chosen to embark?
Dried up along shores of failure,
only to discover that everyone's just laying in the dust of their past.
Calloused feet and droopy eyes, barreling onwards and forwards.
A soliloquy of despair,
with the heroine
on a journey;
to nowhere fast.
Hope is beyond the horizon,
just an 'and' away
It's pumping oxygen through your lungs
keeping you from collapsing in the heat.
I might just be a beating heart,
but at least I'm pumping blood.
Keep on gravity;
Keep on.
Author notes
Idk, it just came out.
I hope you like it, Any feedback would be good.
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