Sun I can see your shadows melting,
In my mind your dark-side festering.
Is it true we are all alone,
Floating solitary minds
doomed forever to run out of time?
As the philosopher once said.
I kill you with my chant, destiny-
you are the liar, just like time,
with one enduring rhyme.
And the illusive threads that bind us all
are spun from golden
tales of afar
as constellations spun from stars.
And if I am a soul in the mist
and destiny does not exist
and if the path I choose to take
is only that path I chose to make, then you
fate, like me, are evanescent dust
doomed to whither,
to quiver in the end
as you must.
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