what am I doing?

As I see the sands of time
shift through the day
I can see the meaning
of my live, slowly fading away

What am I doing with my life?
just smoking until the end of time
it would probably not even matter
as the ones around me don’t care a dime

The end is getting close
the thorn on the rose
this is the path I chose
as this question rose

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