The Answer

Hello, weary traveler, life's sojourner in time, This time is yours, but the voice is mine. Out of the past, deep from my grave, You meandered volumes, to read what I might say. Desire, the reason, you can't even tell, But you hear them, they are coming, the hounds of hell. Time, now days go much swiftly, much faster than before. It was in the distance, but now death is close to your door. The meaning, your life, just why are you here, Time wasted, a life lost, that is what you fear. God or nothingness, the great question in your mind. So you wondered here to see what you'd find. The answer, not illusion, you already know. Do good, be yourself, your peace will grow.

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