Results of life-long endeavors, hanging on edges of make-believe,
wondering where life will twist and turn, what end result will be
brought about by fate.
Listening and wondering, hoping to stand against reverberations.
Balancing ends to coerce the means, there are no results from
life-long endeavors.
All of reality lies upon edges of make-believe, leaving living
to the imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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