The seed of life is abandoned,

into an abyss I hardly comprehend.

Through each step I struggle,

for bliss in mortal’s end.

When the gate of riddles open,

awaits a deeper darkness.

Such loneliness we all share,

no escape from an eternal affair.

Beauty be dreamed in this fall of time,

What songs I hear what colours I sight?

For all dreams shatter with each step, 

save a canvas most white.

Another step I dare not take,

yet I yearn for morning’s light.

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