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2000-00-00? Z373

Why do you talk of endings,
of boundaries and beginnings?
There is no nothingness.
The orchestra is improvising,
but they know their notes.
Why search for fate?
Why wish for an ending?
This journey is one never-ending.
The journey is all.

I'm part of it all.
I'm the heart of it all,
and it is my heart.

It gives me my air and my tears.
I'm born of it.
I'll die to it.
Its hands always on me.
Its words carry me.