u/Curious_Till_4637

O’er the wind and o’er the waves,

I hear thee whisper a solemn lie —

“Tarry not! ‘Tis cruel the climb;

Lest you rot, in the tides of time”

I heed the words and count the days —

My deeds and dreams, I shan’t let die.

So blind was I, behind the mask;

Is the journey mine? I failed to ask.

A thousand selves, now all but graves;

Did crest the peak and touch the sky.

I twirl and dance — a void within;

So proud I prance — a terrible win.

Now here I lie, cleft from the chase;

O dove up high! How dost thou fly?

Where do I move? Where do I turn?

There’s naught to prove, and naught to earn

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