I am there
It is yet a fragment of my dying shellYouth stays for a slight turn
Then passes
They, the dwellers preserve me in memory
a memory that fades like youth
I am passed through generation
Those whom I never met in lifetime
Form a clouded history of my time on earth
I am there
with you
No longer a being
I felt trapped in my shell
Senses can be channelled no need in body
Listen, quietly, quietly
Feel, Open your dwindling mind
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