Lost
You have wandered distances
farthest from their limits,
became more profound,
became more stupid,
Did you come to your senses, ?
Are you aware now,
the unwarped mile were always found more intriguing
than the perfunctory now,
remembering your own funeral,
When all you have done was celebrating life,
Doesn't made intentions right,
Doesn't make choices correct,
If all this transitory power given
back to dusts as the estuary,
You've forfeited those million years,
you're ancestors were supposed to be alive,
Wraiths, entitling muddle as before,
these countless of stars,
you're planning to visit,
Before you standing here on this surface,
This life has been these tunnels,
endless vaults you could travel,
before finding yourself.
enhance as before,
unseen as before,
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