A Wasteful Search of the Spirit
Mysteries trapped in false understanding which,
Are often the questions that go unanswered in the pursuit of happiness.
Only wisdom prevents the downfall of the human spirit.
Knowing when something or someone may at any given period of time,
May vanish, going undiscovered to the naked eye.
The disappearance mires the spirit of the one searching in grime.
It draws every bit of togetherness from its surrounding resonance.
Trying to reform what was lost, never to be returned.
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