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The Abyss" We come from a dark abyss We end up in a dark abyss The intermediate we call it life We are born nave and ignorant We die not knowing what to expect We just return from whence we came from Our short chance to make an impact To live our stamp everywhere we can To live on through the collective memory Our whole life a desperate effort to create a memorial The only highlight of our state of being Life We go back and forth trying to accumulate as much as we can Knowledge Love Pleasure But... We just go back and forth Forgetting everything we've learnt Forgetting everyone we've loved Forgetting everything that pleased us So... Since we do not know from whence we come Since we do not know to where we'll end up We live only for this intermediate passage From the moment we are born We begin preparing for our return Knowingly, subconsciously, or unconsciously We try to hold on to this transitory phase of being We grab onto it we teeth and nails Trying to achieve immortality From the moment we are born We try to create We try to turn thoughts into matter We create new life Hoping it will create more new life But.... It's another desperate effort to hold on To achieve immortality Is it worth it? |