I no longer know what I'm doing on this Earth
I no longer know where I should hide.
Or should I simply remain silent?
And where to go so you can wander?
And where can I go to get some fresh air?
Am I just a simpleton?
Do I follow, or am I being followed?
I don't know anymore?
Or do I know it better than anyone else?
With each of my steps
I carry with me all the doubt and the weight of faith
This mountain did not move despite my ordering it to.
She did not throw herself into the sea
I did not bring Atlantis to life.
Not yet, but I know she's there
I know she's waiting for me.
But is she just waiting for me?
Am I following, or am I being followed?
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