From the oil, I rise
Into the plight of life
Live to end with the dying star
Ready to explode its memories
Into miniscule particles
Scattered across the unknowing
A little bird, aged by the hour glass
Ready to die. Ready to fly
Determined to fill a void
With emptiness in its eyes
To fly into the sun
And search for an answer in the attempt
It has to be in the attempt!
To understand, to understand everything
Because I don't anymore
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