Vic-times...
Victimes...
Somewhat out of place, yet, making time to be the same
One can, as all should, make moments with reasons for remembering their name
Slipping among the ground bare of meaning
Some study, trying talents or practice, while others give into ease, & forget about dreaming
Motions making mountains from ant hills all around
They sink into how they think, being the only way, forgetting they are still on common ground
Elevations from hallucinations is, for the majority, sadly enough for a lifetime...for most...
Though, they aren't all trying to forget bad times, people, many fall short of good for worthwhile days, beyond becoming that mindless ghost...
With meaning only meant for a word or two at its end
They give in, losing because it's apparently too hard to win, losing more than a friend...
One life, one chance
They sit idly by, as the final songs play, never joining fates for life's ever-changing dance
"Oh well" sadly gets easier to say, time & life wasted, is all I really see
Trying my best, not to test the shells that walk, the ones I thought would be successful, never stopping in trying, as it's always been free
Losing their sight along the way, they simply take life, never giving, day by day
Instead, I bow my head, above another box & stone with a name I remember
Watching, only in thought, remembering a once bursting mentality with bright possibility, now, jus another cold ember
For them, I carry on, for what could of been
If & when, we meet again, I'll keep tryin, till then...
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