I lay here asleep, but awake,
Lying in a quiet chaos
That only the insincere can hear,
Those who falsely claim to trust my mind,
Those who are young yet race against time,
Racing for stability in a fluid setting,
Not realizing the simple joys they're letting
Pass them by.
Living by their superficial standards,
Striving for their social standings,
While all around them their life is flying,
All the while wasting life trying
To keep it all contained.
There's no grade for us
When all is said and done,
All our work will die with us,
When our time has come,
Except our impact on those who'll follow,
The young who watch all our steps,
Will we show them a life that's hollow,
Or bring contentment to all their steps?
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