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Dark as night, vast and murky,

Vulnerably weakened, in a state of ignorance,

As vast are the seas, devoid a drop of wisdom,

So much to learn, but the paths remain hidden,

Black as it is vast, vast as it is black,

To remain unseen, a mystery that reigns,

Empty with empathy, clouded by self pity,

Deeper and deeper it sinks hollow,

Shallow, One-dimensional and painstakingly avoiding sorrow,

Singing the songs of ancient stories,

Worrying and fretting just like in history,

 A cycle they say, ‘thy turn has cometh’,

Like ancient English, exaggerated, overrated,

To stand up and resolve,

To delude and conclude,

To escape and fantasize,

Your futile ways, lies astray and you lose your way,

Together we succumb to the road that benumbs,

With hope and idiocy,

Realizing or unrealizing,

 In deciphering the secrets that lies within.