Here the wind blew again, blew into my face,
Where I stand naked to the place.
The place that built me, molded me, made me who I am.
It shook me up and looked into my eyes,
It whispered in my ear to look up into the skies.
With nothing to loose, I gazed up in what seemed to be an abyss of emptiness,
Where I could see the scores of stars with each one drowned in its own solitariness.
Then it struck upon me, the message was clear and outright protruding,
The man's journey is his own and the relentless search for a meaning.
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