Consider for a moment, a man's paralysis
As he ponders this endless night
With all its layers and its bareness
Consider, then, his flight
Long ago, in a scorched land
He had been forgotten by the sun
No more of this heat, could he withstand
Now he roams, forever on the run
There is no past, no future, only this moment
A present that, despite his eyes, is still a fantasy
Through these plains he walks, Fate's lost agent
Perhaps, one day, he will be able to see
Consider, then, eternity
Consider, then, Man's tenacity
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