Longing for love that escaped him long ago
A treasure of compassion in the distance
Should only for the journey continue
that he may find it along the way
That to give is but the comfort of this world
To be for others such that we are but one breath, one dance, one song
The distant shores of happiness are but an experience away
So why then, does this boy sit on the ledge of despair?
His mind is heavy, clogged with uncertainty dancing with the possibility
of a future that does not yet exist
Dear humanity wont you join me in what is to be the tides of life?
It must be some attachment to that which is of this world
For this world is but that which we make it
For in the end what will we say?
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