Found the inspiration for this poem after a long day of work. Ruminated on why I was spending so much time working, and the realization wasn’t pleasant.
Childhood died when ambition was born.
Seek power and money and fame
at the cost of life.
Strip the layers and you’ll find
and petrified souls.
Why fear death
when we died long ago?
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