This egg shaped life of mine,
Floats in things that are early and late,
Supported/Unsupported by them,
It is strange; this egg shaped life of mine,
Evoked by things that are early,
Finalised into things that are late,
A hairball past that defines me,
A snowball memory that defies me,
An alleged romance of creators that made me,
And conquests of creators who made them,
A ghost of the life after me,
And perpetuation of it,
I am accumulation of the past I never saw,
I am the harbinger of the future I won’t see,
What is this egg shaped life of mine,
If not a sweet nothing between the things,
That are early and late,
If not a sweet nothing between the things,
That are early and late….
Things that are early and late
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