OUR LAST BREATHE
In and out it goes, with
its every actions drawing
us closer to reality.
Look how we work so hard,
sometimes forgetting about
the certainty.
What are we chasing for,
when we don’t need more.
Oh! When will it be?
Our last breathe that holds
much more than just the air.
For it takes away our
love for the world,
leading us into the darkness
of the underworld.
It makes our mind the slave
of itself, as it flashes
back to the very beginning
of its existence.
To the Man with ears that listen
and eyes that see, use
every breathe like it’s
your last.
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