Soul Searching
Desperate to look
Beyond the past,
The mind, blinded and clueless
In the yore of ignorance.
Pangs in the bossom that refuse to go,
An atavistic ache in the forgetful remembrance.
Traveling through in a somnambulist trance,
Lost in the goal of the mortal form,
Standing on the threshold of impenetrable silence,
How does one step into the immortal realm?
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