The morning star rose before the dusk
What was a "may" has now become a must
As we stand before our ignorance
Wondering who to trust
Shaking hands in indifference
Respect, ethics, and all of such
Rose above to the air
Only I stood there
Searching for an enemy as well as a friend
Wondering of a beginning as we wait for the end
Black ink stains the papers
As a memory crossed my mind
There was no shining savior
This brain's too weak for time
Collecting all the answers
Charmed by this dancer
Stooping extremely low
Reaping all I've sown
Never thought myself so tiny
Rather saw myself so big
This truly does remind me
Of a search deep within
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