The great challenge continues,
The quest never ending;
To get to the end
Makes no sense,
For how could that be?
What end could there be?
An end to this individual life,
Probably
But what is that?
Right now, I could not say,
Am uncertain but unconcerned,
The light of existence burns,
Inside and outside,
The fire goes out
And the ashes cool,
Until no heat’s left over,
Neither a flicker nor a sputter,
Not even a stick stirred
Through the mucky mess remaining
Reveals any sparks
Or heat retaining;
And yet, does not the potential remain,
For another flame,
To arise from the dark?
Is there a brand new blaze in waiting?
And if so, what would it be?
Could it be me?
Or something completely different?
Will I be here to see?
Or if not, who else?
And when?
Twill it be somebody close at hand
Or in a completely different land?
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