Perceiving the edge
We tend to reach far
In the pursuit of oblique
So hurriedly, so furiously
To push forward
We tend to harden ourselves
In the relinquish of the unseen
Standing firmly on the pivot
We fly so earnestly
Passionately, tapping ourselves
Obsolete, we gradually become
For the truth unveils itself
On the brink, we fall
Into dungeon of the bygone
Lost, we find ourselves
One must had met earlier
We tend to reach far
In the pursuit of oblique
So hurriedly, so furiously
To push forward
We tend to harden ourselves
In the relinquish of the unseen
Standing firmly on the pivot
We fly so earnestly
Passionately, tapping ourselves
Obsolete, we gradually become
For the truth unveils itself
On the brink, we fall
Into dungeon of the bygone
Lost, we find ourselves
One must had met earlier
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