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I am

I am not

I think

I create

I know it true

Lies will bind ties

Elusive key

Mystery are we

Alone again

Reasons or not

Who can tell

What we have forgot

Is man born

Just to die

Is life’s scorn

Just so tears we cry

We run this race

To the finish line

There is no disgrace

To resign

Breath the air

From upon this rock

Fill your lungs

Toast the hemlock

Time is now

Words have lost their meaning

Life’s slipping away

There is no more feeling