We live to survive / Not knowing what will come

We live in stages
With pixels as pages
For what we go
Unable to define
What we left behind
Forgotten soon
Standing still
Impossible to believe

We live in times
Like these
You will say
When ease is related to regress
Between life and death
We promenade

We live in this world
Not knowing what will come
Running and struggling to survive
While the future is flowing
On soft airflows by our side
Turning forward
Towards the state
In which our world was once before
Bare, cold and harshly

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Sabine