Intriguing aspects of life are always unknown, remaining
a mystery throughout life.
Theories are thought of, yet never have any truth to
solidify them.
We travel ever onward, with facts hidden behind screens
of smog.
Searching every corner of our little spaces on earth for
something solid to sink our minds into.
Finding our pathways, individuals follow lines of thinking
towards remaining days on earth.
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