Wandering earth in misty hazes,
searching lifetimes for answers or solutions to
wisdom's teachings.
Where are all of the teachers?
Where have they hidden all the steps we need to
proceed to the next horizon?
Generations have lived in darkness from the beginning
of time, must those of the future never benefit from
any past endeavors?
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