Being

Such is the plight of being

Conscious

But Sightless

Why am I?

What am I?

Always questions without answers

Always whys or I’s or eyes

Blinded by the lighted

Lamp of our own existance

Craving the anonymity

Of the dark cool solace

Before the unforeseeable new dawn

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