How many mistakes
In misfortune and providence must I make
Before I find
A truth to release me from the malnourished souls left unkind
The tears that I shed
Spent on these troubles of a humanity that has fled
From a wisdom of the past
Only a twilight in the minds of those aghast
At the ever-present rate
One would expect nothing more than our polarized hate
As the world goes mad
I ponder our fate and the chance to overcome
Still sad, still sad
Look not at the conditions of the vagrant souls about
Floating aimlessly abroad, no solace to take, but only in doubt
I rest not till I find my way
Through the passage of time I will summon the day
My journey I take
Though alone I deeply care
I find this inner calamity an illusion, and this illusion I must bare
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DCG