Finality

The fruitless time of day I dare not give
To whomever thinks I dare not to live
But alas I stand here deep-thinking of
Exactly that which they so deeply love

The concept of finality is one
In which pristine certainty I hold none
How will I ever know if I shall fly
Or if my doomed fate is for me to die

When I am gone I cannot dare to care
Just how my lovers and haters do fare
But while I am here, I do see just how
Many people seem to seek my true vow

The End

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