There he sat amongst strangers
All in wait for a piece of cake
Not a soul knew who he is
No one cared how old he turned the day
The ones that knew were far enough
Only to witness through a medium
Did it matter
Does it amount to anything
Fear gripping my insides
I see, I watch, I notice.
Helpless at times
Useless mostly
It eats away my internals
The knowledge of what could be
Of the day when it should happen
Accountless and alone.
For inevitable it is.
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