Being
A cave obscures unknown paths;
A tiny torch casts beauty on barren walls;
Futile flames fight undying darkness
Seeking a straightforward course.
Bones of past travelers lie
Waiting, waiting for the clearest road
Stagnant circumstances die,
Bones of past travelers lie;
But now a small light reveals a larger shadow:
Where to go, what to do, why to be;
Decide.
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