Helpless in the womb
Lifeless in the tomb
It’s the journey in between
Where mortals tend to be mean
Mindless of what the heart says
We set out on a wild goose chase
Hurting others and holding grudges
Breaking hearts and burning bridges
The cravings start at birth
There is always a dearth
Nothing in the world can quell our lust
Till the day we bite the dust
One day, when death comes calling
We’re all the same
Though we realize this truth
We blindly play the game
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