A race to death
With no skip to next
Until nothing is left
We run and sprint this race
Until we are without breath
Knowing we can never skip
Or even turn left
Keep on Until There's no space
Until there is no more to breathe
And nothing to know
Except it's your turn
And when you run into the cold
Make sure to look, into the unknown
And though you may be alone
You experienced so much
You ran past the past
To the Future old
And now, here you float
Onward on heavens road
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