Race Against Time
She flies away
Blissfully, swiftly away
Like an angel lurking for an innocent soul to take
But not life, no
Age is what she seeks
An adolescent at its spiritual peak
To diverge and establish as weak
Held captive now
Captive to her unscrupulous fantasy
That it is to him of her philanthropy
But a day will come when consciousness rejuvenates itself
Now what has man prepared
And how will he fare
When the Lord calls his name
And he has nobody to blame
And bashfully he sinks in his frame
A soulless soul
Only then will he ask for a second chance
A second chance to awake from his trance
To sprint through his final laps
But in this race against time, a mere relapse
So know, man, that now is your only chance
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