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Drunken with burdens, You pace as if you have no destination. The world, alive and verdant, While you sink into a self-made silence. Weary, you lie on a bench, Whisked into a land of thoughts, Pondering all you have done And left undone. A subtle breeze caresses your face And you wake, Your placid surrounding Rent by a remote cry. A distant man crumbles in agony, His limbs surrender to unrelenting gravity. A wave of determination swells. You rise with purpose, And silently vow To unburden your ascending soul. |