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Bystander
I am thankful for my mortality,
For if I were immortal, I would not cherish life.
I say this, yet my actions suggest otherwise.
6,211 days on this earth—
And I must have only seen a hundred sunsets.
How many more will I miss?
149,064 hours, all taken for granted.
What upsets me most is this:
I have done nothing.
536,630,400 seconds of existence,
And I have nothing to show for it.
You would think my struggles on this earth
Would have amounted to something.
But no—I have nothing.
How dare I sit idly by as the world shifts around me?
I always considered myself a man of action,
Yet it seems my ignorance has blinded me.
All this time, I was nothing but a bystander.
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zakk mcdonald
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