Floating on the surface,
Searching for something,
That does not exist.
We are all,
That we believe in.
Comparing future,
Past….
Still going,
Regenerating,
Like a brisk winters wind.
We are all,
That we believe in.
We are all,
What we believe in…
.....
..and we will live.
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