The Echo Returns Not
The echo returns not,
lost in time's endless haze.
Navigating life's maze,
Hope comes to a blind spot:
a place devoid of thought,
counting down our last days.
Our future and our past
are written in the dust:
held together by trust
and questions never asked.
A life that cannot last:
a breeze; no more a gust,
we return to Stardust.
The echo returns not,
dissolving into naught.
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