A thought before the end


Do I love the freedom
I’m entitled to
Or am I entitled
To the freedom I have
As time moves ever forward
My senses fluctuate
Between desire and need
More often confused
By the way the world spins
To realize neither much matters
When I can no longer
Draw breath

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