Passing by

Was I even alive?
What if I was just passing by
this phase of humanity,
almost galloping my way towards another galaxy. What if
we all were nothing but droplets of a time that is passing
but never passes by,
Not completely
Would that be a legend, if I were to question
this inhibition for once? If I were to question the inexplicable?
Not to ignore what tingles between the toes, itches the mind?
Would that be a story worth knowing?
For once, we all were just stories,
And we begin and never end.
maybe the greatest prophesy of all was a lie
that the end is actually nigh.

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