Best Among Us


Withering air and lovingly lost sunlight,

The never-ending quest; the ever-winding star-strewn roadway,

It is not for the lack of want nor the wasted prayers,

That we, the chosen, the lesser for our knowledge, the greater for our abilities, go forth on this road,

It is not for the blight of desire,

It is for the thirsty and the wasting away,

It is because the end is near, the future nowhere,

The now and only now the only possibility.

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