| Concrete blocks the horizon
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| Dark clouds ascend
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| Shadows all around
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| All sight is lost
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| This thick obstruction, yet limitless is the gaze
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| Grey stares, watching while climbed, collapse!
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| Faces tell stories
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| It won’t be long now
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| Rebirth close to grips
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| Upon realising the state of self-being, primitive reactions converge in perfect
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| unison
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| This long lost shelter built
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| Deserted, it’s functions obsolete
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| The travelling commences, horizon expands
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| Dragging all trails towards itself by a thread
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| Velocity increasing, cornerstones embrace
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| A foreign reality of complex entity
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| Disarranged thoughts
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| A soul not to define
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| But this soul’s not lost when connections decline
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| Prevalent thoughts of rejection
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| Life can’t be the way it was
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| Struggle for perfection
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| Moving onwards, but this pursuit is the cause
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| Passing through the horizon
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| Barriers broken, facing forward
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| A breach formed within
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| Focussed on what’s more to come
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| Drawn towards lands unknown
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| Experience gained intensely, from various perspectives, of what’s done and left
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| behind |