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A leaf withers away

Blown about by every wind of change

It turns brown to decay

A man must come to terms with his fate

I ran with the wind

An autonomous force

Directionless I lost myself

In the valleys of chaos

Plagued by darkness

Nothing pure and good

To latch on to

My descent led me through the maze

To the dark of my soul

Behold the cold world

And the loneliness of life

A part of me is dying

Weak and lost

I laid down on forest grounds

Dwarfed by trees

Now I travel upstream

Against the tide of entropy

I choose my destiny

With the test of time

We are less like a leaf

And more like a tree

Swayed by cold winds

Scarred and weathered

Sturdy trunks

Rooted to survive