Back then, I thought things would end normally
But in a twist, looks like everything is in chaos
With anomalies, melancholy, and lives lost
I guess things aren't as they were usually
Fear, desperation, and sadness are seen
Everyone's panicking as if there's nowhere to lean
A pandemic, one cause
The suppression, flattening the curve, several flaws
Anything can happen anytime
Maybe there's someone dying by the time I rhyme
If it's your time, then it's your time
Don't act like a cat whose live are nine
Unless you're destined by fate to be immortal
Then you might as well share your secret
Unfortunately, from birth to death, we're only mere mortals
Our arrival and departure schedules are already set
Life is a play in which its story can never be spoiled
We, ourselves are the main cast, the rest are the supporting cast
Our lives can have happiness, sorrow, pain that will.never last
Yet in the end we will be buried under the soil
With out names engraved in a stone
Underneath the ground, we are alone
Sleeping for a supposed eternity
While people on surface ground are losing their sanity
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Poet's Note:
Out of all the "Untitled" labels that I've published so far, which were your favorite?
