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We exist

We die

Our moment in time

A glimpse of eternity

The brevity of life

Something overlooked

Something ignored

Something spent fulfilling hollow goals

Wealth, Lust, Addictions

The American dream

Misguided ideas of success

Few truly find it Yet

In the blink of an eye

our lives will end

And like anything in this world

We fade away

Leaving behind only the ideas and legacies

The embodiment of our lives

Who we once were

You could live for so much more

Don’t be content with emptiness

Tell me what you live for

I refuse to fade

To sell my life away for social gain

To let this world dictate my success

Becoming something so much more

we are specks in the eyes

Becoming something so much more we are specks in the eyes of humanity

An idea can defy the test of time

interlacing itself

An idea can defy the test of time interlacing itself into the fibers of history

So go

Make your own existence

Your own success

And become an idea worth living and dying for