The dying of days

Just to be,
Just enough to be
able to bask in the light of the sun.
Run, run, to and fro back and fourth.
Today’s agenda will own new meaning,
While star gazers stay daydreaming
From last night’s feature
We will host yet another dream.
Stronger than yesterday;
Although We believed this was impossible,
Swinging from one tree to another
Over city streets
Paved with shortcuts and shortcomings.
This is the coming,
Beginning of days we once feared.
Now held in passion
As a gift given from a dying seed.

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