Steps are on a journey, deeply silent journey
It knows nothing, revealed nothing
Going with the flow, silent flow
Asking questions, quiet questions.
Not much energy left, not much hope left
Just staring at existence, mysterious existence
No answers, ignoring responses
Life's destination whispers, invisibly whispers.
Asking questions to tall trees, visionary trees
Trying to connect with history, lost history
To know, what they saw
Answers of existence, confusing existence.
Coming back heavy, this feeling is heavy
Collecting emptiness, creating emptiness
This is one side, the other side
Where known unknown wins, in every story it wins.
Steps are feeling, floating
Truth is rising, uprising
Connecting, preparing
Looping paths, counting those steps.
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