A lonely march toward the ocean. Something beckons, far away and unknown. Drawn like a moth to the light
Feet are calloused, chest is burning. Gathering sweat on the brow. The sky ahead, unexpectedly bright
A slow dive into an ethereal cloud. Is this death? This is so pure
There is no sound. The light is failing. I've never been so sure
A dormant ache. It's stirring now. Ignored for years and now rekindled
I've been told that life will be this way
Something colder tugs at my sleeve, and I know it will not go away
I've kept the wolves and all their masters, I've been waiting for this day
If nothing else, you deserve your answers. For that I will give you, your reprieve.
Just know that now I have found meaning. And when you see that, you'll be at ease
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