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At the moment, I am crossing Over plains I’ve lain in truth There is evidence of folly Given promenade at youth And I ponder while I wander Seek and squander, Lacking proof That there isn’t something greater, Something unseen Yet aloof There’s a ceiling up above me And a floor below in sight Yet, I close my eyes and still see All around me, There is light, In the morning, in the moment, In the darkest depths of night Still I ponder, still I wander Still I stand beneath my height. At the moment, I am trying To upend a stubborn root While I am crossing over boundaries, That were never mine in truth. At the moment, I am crossing Over fields of cogent thought, There is evidence of folly, Still, in being what I’m not.
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Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 2:28 AM UTC
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At the moment, I am crossing Over plains I’ve lain in truth There is evidence of folly Given promenade at youth And I ponder while I wander Seek and squander, Lacking proof That there isn’t something greater, Something unseen Yet aloof There’s a ceiling up above me And a floor below in sight Yet, I close my eyes and still see All around me, There is light, In the morning, in the moment, In the darkest depths of night Still I ponder, still I wander Still I stand beneath my height. At the moment, I am trying To upend a stubborn root While I am crossing over boundaries, That were never mine in truth. At the moment, I am crossing Over fields of cogent thought, There is evidence of folly, Still, in being what I’m not.
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wanderarc
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 2:28 AM UTC
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