In between two miracles,
Lies a torment called life.
The surge of intensity at birth,
Pales in comparison to the ecstasy of death.
The beginning of life is long and arduous,
As are the middle years of life.
Yet it is a priceless time for the child,
As it s said, "ignorance is bliss."
The younger years are tortured,
No form of communication,except to scream.
No stimulus except gooing aunts,
Caged like an animal, we sleep in captivity.
The youth years are frustrating,
You talk but noone listens.
Except equally 'ignorant' youth,
Caged like an animal, we sleep in captivity.
Adolescence is painstakingly slow,
People will listen, but 'what do you know?'
Adolescents know the maturity they hold,
Caged like an animal, we sleep in captivity.
Young are pressured,
Must we fit in?
Barely in contact with your fading youth,
Caged like an animal, we sleep in captivity.
Middle age is laborious,
The young years bills catch up.
And once again, we start the cycle with our own kids,
Caged like an animal, we sleep in captivity.
The senior years are monotinous,
We've been turned out by society.
We rely upon our children,
Caged like an animal, we sleep in captivity.
Ad Mortis, the second miracle,
We are free from our incommunicado.
Our adolescence and bills, and dependencies,
In our silent sleep we are free at last.
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