On a timely journey, venturing into lands unknown in
this century.
Wandering new horizons, following paths put forth
minutely, achieving a sense of lost purpose and meaning.
Archiving memories, following images in any direction,
catching hold of anything in a storm of unknown future
turmoil.
Knowing within, a secret silent dread of death while
walking slowly through this long, hard life.
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