Who will remember when the future is lost?

Who will remember to tally the cost?

What will we do when we’ve nothing to give?

What will we do with no reason to live?

When will we learn that what’s lost is no more?

When will we hear death’s knock at our door?

Where will we be when what will be is done?

Where will we go to, where will we run?

Why will we care when it never has been?

Why will we miss love that is never seen?

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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