I am of no origin
Standing still in time and space
Waiting for enlightenment
Expecting wisdom, realizing ignorance
Seeing the future repeating the past
Trying to break the cycle without knowing the course
Believing in everything, standing for nothing
I think of me as a formidable one
Capable of expression
Yet the ability to say nothing at all
I speak of times to come
Through traces of what used to be
Somewhere in the middle
I'll find the rest of me
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