Ten Billion Vicissitudes

Good morning, next life.

Am I ready for you?

My sleep is minimal;

Not enough to survive.

My breath awaits to been seen,

And that shall keep me running.

How I yearn to see my breath

When the wheels have turned to full motion.

Next life,

Know that you scare me,

So treat me well.

Long ago, I thought I was the best.

Now,

All I can do is my best.

Nonetheless, the finale has yet to be seen.

It's there, waiting for my harvest.

Therefore, I wish you a good morning.

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