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The time is spent, wasting away on a darkened plain of thought, dismissing reality at a glance. Trying to change the self without a hope, a flower waiting to bloom, that expires without living water. In the end, all will be burned away. Only the metal, refined through many fires, will remain. The one answer, that no one seems to find. Searching, but never finding, although the answer rears high above all else. So intent on the ground before, failing to recognize the truth. There are those that believe to have found the truth, but in reality, they are but empty words, blatant lies. The hollowness that brings forth its forbidden fruit, pleasing to the eye and to the taste, but leading to only to mystifying knowledge, that deafens the ear beyond comprehension. Blinded eyes open that will never see, until that day. Refusing the aid that is so desperately needed, crawling onward in the path that leads nowhere. There is only one answer.