ISO Or SC31...
Life is ticking away, like a bomb. Maybe pains, will keep the senses quick. Souls are spilt on the street, sight disintegrates in the fog. Can't disguise it, it's useless to fight it. A car without a driver, is going to be crashing. Ready to roll the dice, no chance to name the price. Goodness, is fiction, a story as endearing as concrete. Science fiction, the world addiction. Minds are gripped to the dark, the broken lights ripping apart.
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Having reached [the age I am] I've grown into a feeling of urgency, more aware of time passing and where I've been and where I need to go. A certain cloudiness (fog?) has taken over my vision, blurring some unimportant things and yet allowing others to be more clear. Not only pain but that sense of urgency also tends to sharpen senses. And there is a feeling of having little or no control over that passage of time. I'm working through making peace with the time/monster. It often feels like life is a gamble but the odds are fickle and change from minute to minute.
The other ideas you have here, I'll need to give some thought...
LOL, we have an enotes on BD. Isn't it more about the impending end? The (wrong) values held in this life.
Um, what's an enote?
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