Adulting: Disillusionment At Its Finest
One may think
Time is a thief
It inevitably steals
All semblance of hope
Eventually a child
Becomes an adult
Eventually all hope
Is lost
A life once lived
In hope and faith
Becomes a life lost
To the all too true
Time is no thief
Time is a conqueror
With infinite victories
A forever perfect fight record
Our lives
Despite noble efforts
Are merely collateral damage
In this fight
Between what is
Was
And will be
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