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Here we are,
After all those years,
Here we are, here we remain,
Trapped within ourselves, asleep,
Not really knowing what is to be known,
Not being shown the truth, the light, only shadows,
Here we are, nothing but shadows, casted on the wall,
At times we seek for deeper meaning, but we are lost within ourselves,
Everyone thinks they know something, and no one knows anything, nothing,
We are nothing, but still, maybe it can be, that we are all the same, we are seeing the same thing,
We are and remain the same, we see the same thing from different angles, infinite radii floating eternally,
And I'm awake and I'm asleep at the same time, as I write, but what is written not only is, but remains. Wisdom remains, if anything. If this is wisdom, let it stay.