Many footsteps through the corridors of life

Millions of choices, track the consciousness of mankind

Staffed by doubt, insecurity and self-consciousness

We are all refugees, cast asunder by fate

Operating in a fallacy that a last destination exists

Some flee their losses, striding over the cracks with feigned nonchalance

Some resort to the distraction of gadgets to obliterate the truth

That the target, to live, is not enough

And will never be

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