again I wait,
again I stare,
into the depths of the abyss
which stares blankly towards me.
but I do not see my self,
I must not be here,
-in reality...
my life is waiting on the shelf,
so what is it I fear?
theres no one to steer.
I stare blankely - none
where have I come from?
and who put me on this land given life from the sun.

 
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