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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I don’t know why I have to roam in the maze of unknown. I don’t know why I have to trouble myself with anguish no way to shake off. A section of maze each time I pass, I felt I saw a gleam of knowledge, alas at this precise moment I must realize and have to accept it as to neither new knowledge nor the truth but a mirage under shimmering sun that glimmers on the expanse of sand hills, the illusion of my own distorted ugly image reflecting on the ripples of water. My life however cannot stop here. Life must move along with the flow of time, until the Herald of the netherworld hurriedly comes and grabs my gaunt hand in his all-powerful hands grip. Whether I found truth or not, whether I was satisfied with all that was given to me are still in my hands or not, I must walk in the valley of unknowable till I hear the cry of the approaching Grim Reaper, brandishing his mighty scythe in his hand. I climbed the wall to reach the top of the world. In order to see other side of the world I swam on the river to cross the swift current. I traversed the wilderness to embrace the rising sun from the horizon. However, all these efforts were vain. I fell to the ground before reaching the top of the wall. I was pushed to this side of the shore before reaching other side of the river. The sun had sunk before I reached the horizon lying yonder. But I do not regret for whatever I have done so far to find the way out, I am not complaining here about myself at all, I am not sorry for what I am after all. I groan and mourn only because no one ever taught me how to sing a sweet song or a roar with hearty laughter.
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