Where is all that exist going?
Is it still or like water flowing?
Time ticks and tocks without ceasing,
Then end mocks us all laughing and teasing.
Light itself cannot escape change,
Moving yet still, all is strange.
The air flows all around with no rest,
Flowing from north to south, from east to west.
Dreams once made up reality,
Reality now makes up mortality.
The music we made was once pure,
Now money and power is our main allure.
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