I know, it still, all weaves, through here,

The rivers, the roads, lead to all sorts,

Of places, we all, came here for something,

There are, many truths to tell,

So many, interesting things, hiding,

In the smallest places, so many,

Secrets, known by the unlikeliest people,

The truth, is so important, that it,

Blooms life, each eternity,

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But, for the life of me, I still,

Can't figure out, what I'm doing,

Am I here to plan, act, or write,

Last I checked, I was here to relax,

See, how far I fall, before,

The world can’t hold me up,

Before, my father wakes up,

Before, I’m forced to hunt,

But still, transactions, continue,

To be made, I must have, a lot,

Of debt to pay, what,

Journey, will I, be made,

To go through, today,

Maybe, there’s still,

So much to learn,

Maybe, I have yet,

To really burn,

What is,

My reflection,

In this world,

Can I, still offer something,

Am I, still worth remembering,

Is my, life still worth living,

When can I, feast in hell,

Where is, the reward,

Have I, not worked enough,

No, we must, all do our part,

There is, still much suffering,

Partake, in this daily bread,

My father, has connected the roads,

From heaven to hell, but I still yearn,

To know, to understand, what's,

East to West, I still,

Want to do my part,

Maybe, I can offer my art.