To Be

Wonders of the past

Desires for the future

Mysteries of the orgin

I lose myself.

 

Weakness, a reminder

Strength, but a hope

Of a better time

I want to find.

 

Joy, a reason

Sorrow, a pain

Worlds distorted

Whirlwinds of humanity.

 

I want to see

Past the haze

And find a reason

To be

The End

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