Time is short.
I don’t want to spend it inside this glass.
A life that is useless, alone – it’s the last thing I have imagined.
But what can I do if it is what I have been gifted to have?
As the water drip, and until I lose my breath,
I serve as a reminder for people to see…
that life is fragile.
Your days are numbered like me,
no matter how free you seem to be.
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