Hours have already passed
Unable to recall my experiences amassed
Did I either move mountains
Or make molehills?
No answers for questions asked
What was the weight of my fate?
Did I make a difference?
Am I already too late?
The clock continues to tick
Like a parasite the night bites
Bites bites bites
No one to read my last rites
Armed with random thoughts
To fight fight fight with–
With each hour
What was ours is no longer
But is taken as we drowse
Dragged back to the depths
Neither to wake nor arouse
And where is our motivation now?
Ambition is a folly
Driving the so-called mighty
To rain their will for good or for ill
Onto others until they smother
We all drown under a reign of error
There are no more guillotines–
All that thought was for naught
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