What is life?
This eternal seed
This consciousness of every individual...
I, becoming what I am
A question too.
Shall I pass to nothingness?
Shall my words be forgotten like me
Blown forever by the wind?
As it looks now, we pass away
Into eternal silence...
As in sleep.
We exist now
We sleep once
We awake forever more.
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