I feel this is just a means to an end. Does it any meaning as I reach the end? Lost to memory, reality. When I'm awake or both are all but a dream. Finality of this is something certain for me. to memory, final reality. Sifting fragments of time, drifting, away. Sense of finality, is dawning on me. What is the purpose of death, live, learn, die forget? Feel I'm lying awake, sleep when I'm dead. to memory, final reality. memories. I'm temporary, to contain. Epsilon, my finality is pointing out the way. What I learned? What I forget? Monumental rhythm of is pounding out the beat of the dead, but it all end, without a meaning? Lost to memory, reality. Speed Of Each day grows as I breathe. Or is it that every year seems to get at the speed of life. So much to do, so time. I don't to win this race. Heading to my grave. Epidermis showing signs of natural decay from my life. No way to slow the of time. Of I am sure you live, then you die. infancy to my old age. day of life. Another of the page. Racing at the of life. So to do, so little time. swiftly to my grave. Is it only me, is it all in my Rather a to ascend than an easy descent. Do you ever get the you're in some sort of race? Each day has more to offer, there's just no to play. One mine I'm a child, the I am a man. And fate, it pushes my life, the fastest it can.