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In the age of empty adulation

Satisfaction is a fleeting myth from forgotten times

Pursuing futility

In the form of, likeness of the mind

I do not hope, but fear

The journey's end

Where I'll be left in solitude to die a stagnant death

Accumulate the wisdom of the ages

Blind to the passage of time

Confined to the shadows, so that nothing can penetrate my mind

Feeling the pain

Of what could have been

Spiraling into what never was

The seeds of regret are now in bloom

And I'm lost in a world I thought was doomed

A hunt without a kill

War with no spoils

A field of crops sewn unto barren soil

Accumulate the wisdom of the ages

Blind to the passage of time

Confined to the shadows, so that nothing can penetrate my mind

The dream is over

I tried to understand

The wisdom of the ages

But its grains slipped through my hands.