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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To thyself be true my friend