In realms unknown, I wandered lost,
Where veils of truth began to exhaust,
Whispers echoed, doubts entwined,
A search for answers to question this mind.
Do the stars above hold the secret of time, or are they just distant specks, a celestial rhythm?
Does every breath we take have a purpose, or are we merely pawns in a cosmic circus?
In the mirror's gaze, reflection unclear,
Am I the one observing, or an illusion sincere?
Are our senses deceiving, playing a game, or is reality merely a subjective claim?
Am I but a vessel, a vessel of thoughts, or a mere puppet, by life's strings caught?
Do I follow paths predetermined, set in stones, or carve my destiny, a choice all my own?
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