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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Thoughts thrash in my weary mind, like waves of the sea in an endless storm, Consciousness, our eternal curse, reveals the world in all its cruel splendor. We are actors lost on an immense stage, playing roles we did not choose, Nature, the merciless director, drives us toward an unchangeable end. I look around and see only shadows dancing on the walls of Plato's cave, Reality, a fragile illusion that unravels at the slightest touch of a lucid thought. Where can we flee when we are prisoners of our own minds? Ignorance calls to us with warm arms, promising forgetfulness and peace. But ah! How futile it all is when we know we are but a wisp of smoke, A lost consciousness in an indifferent universe, an ephemeral spark in the cosmic darkness. Morality, knowledge, hope—chimeras created to soothe the pain of existence, But the masks fall, and we remain naked before the harsh truth of the human condition. We cling to dreams and illusions, build sandcastles on the shore of eternity, But the wave of time relentlessly washes them away, leaving behind only the memory of futility. We are aware that we are aware, a circular curse from which we cannot escape, Wandering through the labyrinth of our own thoughts, seeking an exit that does not exist. Oh, sweet ignorance, why have you abandoned us? Why did we awaken from the sleep of happiness? Now we stare into the void, conscious of our own insignificance in the face of eternity. The world, an ephemeral dream, a fragile appearance floating in the cosmic void, And we, spectators and actors alike in this endless tragedy.
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