I am of no origin

Standing still in time and space

Waiting for enlightenment

Expecting wisdom, realizing ignorance

Seeing the future repeating the past

Trying to break the cycle without knowing the course

Believing in everything, standing for nothing

I think of me as a formidable one

Capable of expression

Yet the ability to say nothing at all

I speak of times to come

Through traces of what used to be

Somewhere in the middle

I’ll find the rest of me

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