Allowing for the density of life, knowledge sits back
upon a rock, contemplating it's worth in endless time.
Continuation of paths, following each other through
halls of life, fulfills particles of wisdom on the
journey.
Perpetration of ideas fill pages of memories with the
worth of life.
Adding footnotes daily to this journal of beings,
shows mankind has been forsaken in search of wealth
and material things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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