From nothing to purpose, transition is made,
  It’s not my decision, my old life to fade,
  One cry in the night, one step the wrong way,
  It’s as if life was taken, it’s my debt to pay,
  Throughout evolution, life’s direction is heard,
  Though it was not spoken, not even a word,
  Suddenly actions, that I’m forced to do,
  Seem useful and filled, with focus so true,
  Meaning forgotten, lost in the maze,
  Unfeeling and broken, as if in a haze,
  Life’s not that precious, it’s moving too fast,
  So live everyday, as if it’s your last.

                                                        Ktwilight

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