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Time is moving, rushing past, Eternity seems like an illusion, just as much as it’s a fact. That which is solid crumbles, no longer believed, Continuity breaks down, revealing the essence underneath. I am terrified: everything is upside down! As kids we used to chase the highs, now we’re struggling simply to survive, Amidst the chaos in that which we unearthed; Reality now stares us in the face, and with its thousand eyes, A million voices join the choir, praising that which is unknown, I do not know, I do not know, isn’t it a gift? To walk the plains with simple eyes, not shouldering the weight, Of that accursed man whose sorrow knows no bounds.