…meaning…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Standing frozen in place
The world passes by, with every known face
How short, this life time is, simply gone in a blink
I lose track of my being so quickly, as I try to calmly think
It’s never truly fair, when compared, to the lucky few
Inside mental ashes, life makes something new
For better or worse, the stories keep going
Left to times temporary, we try with pieces knowing
In all ways, continuously growing
With curtains all around, life is, ever showing