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Aesthetic Perfection

Architect

I'm standing here in this place alone

I often wonder will there be an ending to this

One by one, I watch them fall

To dust, to rise and then collapse again

Decide

Is this my life's design?

The only reason to believe it

Is to watch how the common come

Waiting for their lives to burn out

Although some things collapse with time

We still stop to stare back at the ashes

As structures burn and statues fall

I'll still be standing here

For now...

We face the sky, another point of light

And think that one day, we might find an answer

And know that tomorrow is probably gone

We've come so far just to go back again

Rewrite what cannot be defined

I'm losing sight of all that matters

Dying to live, we're just waiting to die

I won't let my memory die too