Limited by the idea of more, taught to hold on never letting go.
Our senses, forever blinding, misguiding every step closer to oblivion.
What is more valuable, never knowing the truth or having it but not knowing what to do?
Confusion keeps the world spinning in spirals and time...
The hands on the clock move in silence, and every now and then we catch a glimpse of what could be.
Back to the breeze, filling the people with an empty feeling.
Yes an echo can give your location, but only if stability exists in either the one who's looking or the one looked upon.
In this beacon land not quite expanding as quick as the space trying to be filled.
Again I ask myself, "Where to begin"?
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