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I have made the journey of my life,
The essence of my being is ecstatic,
But now what is to become of me?
My dreams have been made a reality,
My goals in life fulfilled,
Nothing left for me to conquer,
Nothing left for me to explore,
Withering away at the core,
I settle for what I have made,
Hoping to inspire more than I think,
Viewing my past mistakes and where I am now,
Time of the hour-glass continues to flow,
Falling for eternity as time ticks on,
Lost in this void of where I am,
Is there anything left for me?
Joyous in my decisions, forgiving the past,
Yet wondering what is left for me here,
Pondering as the world passes me by,
Unable to act on what to do next,
Letting this infection feast upon my soul,
I drown in the seas of questions,
The enigmas that I cannot answer,
Many wonders we ask ourselves about,
Only to be held up until it is our time,
Glory, honor, pride... but what is it all for?
After the senses of our desires met, what’s left?
Where do we turn to after all is said and done?
What do we do for ourselves?
Is there anything left to indulge upon?
Why must we bleed ourselves dry of all wants?
Can we ever contemplate the repercussions of our actions?
