I am a river, a mountain, a sea
A wisp of smoke from the nether
None but crosses my door
and none I cross too
But mingled in existance
I am destined to be
I reap, I sow, I harvest, I bleed
This clay one day i shall meet
A voice lost, a face drowned
forever in eternity
A sleeping fog creeps
through these walls where I plead
I drudge, I fake, I bend, I break
In time I learn the truth
The face that resides in the smoke
The one and only maxim
That one is but alone in this world
and you are but sleeping awake
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