One Hundred Years

One Hundred Years

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: What would you do with one hundred years? One hundred extra years that are yours If you were selfish I would rest and dream Sink into a powerful sleep Spend my precious time washing, and throwing out the dirty water I would hope for rebirth of my mind, but not soul To be able to fulfill the desperate wishes of my centenarian ghost But keep the clarity of my new consciousness From my young eyes, a century spans out like a millenia It feels like a cruel trick, Pandora’s afterthought, her drug of distraction After traversing the tranquil trail I’m certain to see the whimsical forest through the exit in the trees And stupidly wonder why the path I trudged along had ended If by a miracle Rest was my panacea Why don’t I see its fork in the road Why do I await its salvation in the hypothetical
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape