When does it give you instruction and guidance so that all you do is follow the steps and create your dream
How are we supposed to do it justice if none of us even know the rules
If none of us can translate the ruins how will we ever do as they want
We all just walk this life without any real idea. One minute we are here, the next we aren't
We don't really know why we come or where we go when we leave
What is next?
We are a long time dead, but where do we spend this long time?
I shan't pretend that I feel safe right now
I shan't pretend that this existence right now is a stressful nightmare
We have no where to hide
We don't have a final day
We don't know how long this could take
Or how many more lives it will take
Take off to this long time dead
This long time waiting
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