Wandering through life, searching for meanings of
existence, vowing to be more energetic and perfect,
but failing abysmally every time.
Acting out for peaceful times of acknowledgment,
reiterating stances long ago defined.
Incriminating avenues of yesterday, longing to be
a part of something greater than self, intuitively
sensing many aspects of tomorrow's lifetime
achievements set in crumbling stone.
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