A remembrance of you sinks through my thoughts,
as an ever present mystery that confines me to the edge of this infinite road,
I see nothing but you as I tremble at the verge of these maddening thunder,
flying through foggy winters that consume the spectacle of the few glimpses of wisdom.
Don't let me drown in my selfish reflection in this sinkhole we call life.
I still live in you, I still breathe in you.
The rest is like chasing the wind;
a solitary flight in the middle of a vacuum that leads nowhere.
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