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On the chosen path, a swampy terrain

Where the nauseating mixes with the rarefied air.

The reflection of the night sun, smiles on the surface.

An invitation to disperse the stillness of the mirror.

Strange sensations run through the cold skin

Death skimming and lurking beneath the sky

Trees roaring to the beat of desolation

Sunk in the mud, contemplating verses of a deciduous universe.

Starting at every instant

A journey conceived by conscience

Existentialism

The sense of human essence.

Conviction imposed by freedom

The punishment is immortality

In a forest where nothing seems to be

Benign or hostile, simply indifferent.

Floating across the path

A new human alliance

In the alienated nature

Reconciling the lost offspring… humanity

Where are the free spirits?

Where in the forest did death befriend?

A long march where the truth is not certain

A long march where the forest accepts fears as offerings and offense.

Understanding life as a memory

The experience is to keep going

Wherever the chosen path opens up

Fate is the one who pulls the strings.

The void was filled, a breath before leaving

From the immeasurable mouth of the unpredictable

The swamp is left behind and will never be the same

The landscape and the spirit have changed

Still wrapped in water fed by death

The swamp remains in the thoughts

A whole life seems traveled on the light-dark path

Bright light looms in the distance

The ground to exhale a warm breath

A dawn at the end, the awakening of consciousness.

Immersed in the morning light with sense, Path should live

A sharpened view

Contemplating the world

With other nuances