find ourselves alone
and apprehensive;
all together, yet
wholly separate
Each of us await
the precipice - and
how fast it has come!
On this, for once, we
we all surely agree;
and yet, we've never
felt such disconnect
All together we
feel the sting of time
whipping past our cheeks -
how we've let it slip
And so we stagnate
hastily, we cede;
rocks within life's stream
who're wont to float by
alone, yet as one
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