when the world was young
no one stands still
each has traveled where the
dreams take him
each has ventured with
the sails into
the lands of their wishes
but that was long ago
now that the world has gone older
each has kept what has been given
without any intention of
giving that away
for in the comfort zone
each is ready for the coming
of this guide, death.
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