Saturday, September 29, 2018

A Sad Life


A Sad Life

How sad it must be
When a life is nothing
Except a train ride through time
With no stops
And only fleeting views of the world
No chance to stop and look
No way to meet anyone new
No chance to learn anything
No way to have any experiences
How sad it must be
To have a life but still not live


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