A Piece of poetry

For centuries

Second after second,
Minute after minute
We do what matters,
Because we need it.

Day after day,
Week after week
We have to pray
To not be a victim.

Month after month,
Year after year
We never have enough
Time to be better.

Everything goes around, -
Life, death and being.
And we fall down and down
Trying to be free.

But we'll become only our descendants' memories...