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it is a lonely path i follow
on these lonely days.
there is not a soul in sight but the sun,
and i never care for its presence
as it never cared for mine.
i am but another lonely creature
driving on to an Eden that i have only tasted
and never seen with these half-open eyes,
hoping it will be enough to quench my thirst,
my neverending thirst,
for a reason to open my eyes each day.
there is a cliff looming in front of me,
opening like a great mouth at my feet,
but i don’t see it and i don’t mind it.
it matters not if the earth swallows me,
for i must walk on,
into eternity and oblivion,
and if my bones are never found then so be it.
perhaps at the center of the world,
filled with so much life and energy
that all i feel is nothing,
i will finally find an
end.