I ran through a field littered with what remained of an ancient, yet powerful machine.
It's use long forgotten, a time never remembered.
The way we are, the people we have become.
What purpose do we serve?
We sweat from victory to sleep afterwards.
Our hearts race for an hour only to stall for an eternity.
We place our faith in what lies above our crowns, and we stand the storms and battle the winds.
When the ground by our feet chips away, exposing the mud between the pebbles, we fall to our knees in disgust, and curse the Earth for our misjudgment, refusing to look at ourselves.
Every day brings with it a battle that cannot be won, cannot be drawn out.
We face one outcome that never changes, and it waits for our slumber to end.
Tomorrow will be today, and has been yesterday for eternity.
When yet another day lies in wait, hope is our fortress, and love is our spear.
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