Entry: Legacy Naught Sunday, October 24, 2004

It came from without.
Nothingness was its seed.
From nowhere it did sprout.
Now, it's in my head.

The train is to leave.
I still sit undisturbed.
For transition I so crave.
Yet, I wait to be served.

This way, I'll pass but once.
There is not a second chance.
Having no intent to pry,
After living, I will soon just die.

It is to me if I dwell in passivity--
I'll leave not a worthy memory.
Not a trace of valor;
But of cowardice
and terror.

Ariel Lalisan


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