Whilst Looking at the Sunrise

What is our innate reason for our existence?

Has it always been burning bright -

Brighter than the fiery red that fills the sky

In an instantaneous sunrise?

In some cases, our core has flowed more intensely

With the help of our thoughts and love

Yet, I feel that our light has halfway dissipated,

Losing to even the palest pink glow of the sunset. 

Will the light,

The burning intensity we have fought for centuries

To maintain its fierce state,

Fully disappear as time ages?

Only time will tell of its course;

However, it may be too late when the answer is spoken. 


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