Eyes that cannot see the truth,
minds that know it—
I am overwhelmed by the world’s chaos.
Currents pull in endless directions,
paths so vast, finding a way seems impossible.
Eyes stare, waiting—
each seeking answers,
each hunting a path:
to happiness, to wisdom,
to meaning in a fractured world.
This riddle of existence—
a flight toward infinity,
escaping time’s cage,
reaching for enlightenment.
Where do we go?
I hope we find a path through this storm.
An artwork for memories half-eroded by time cradles fragments of forgotten whispers.
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