Hurricane (Original Poem)

To be caught in a hurricane,
a contemplation of life,
questioning everything,
losing track of time,
whilst billions of people
are all flying by,
chasing their dreams,
watching them die,
accepting the loss and moving along
to this, to live on.

Money makes our world go round
but we're sliding in reverse,
paying for our failures
to fight our mortal curse.
Don't you feel it's just a game,
a simulation in a chain
of events chipping us away,
like insignificance.

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