Slight case of independence
Far away lives with out penance
Open to what may be
But too blind unable to see
Curious of this world we live in
Where are we going where have we been
Does it really matter does any one care
What is left when nothing is there
Can it be seen through the shroud
As it fades away as a misty cloud.
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