Is waking living
Is living alive
Is my face that of generations
Living in stride
You call it surviving
I call it swimming against the tide
What is living
Devoid of deaths collide
I must ask without giving
My words remain mute
As I may have the answers,
But they’re simply astute
They know not the living
Or the world of the wise
They simply peek from
Misgivings thrust into the tide.
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