Passages connect the present to the past, fantasy to reality
Art makes waves in every moment, cascading past boundaries
Did your wishes come true then vanish without sustaining life?
Do you know on what level you made agreements with strife?
Your essence continues to slowly distill itself into a concentrate
Unoriginal thoughts of little value bubble up, then evaporate
Did you think your ride would always be smooth until the end?
Do you possess the stamina to make solemn truth your friend?
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