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Whispers of a New Dawn

A road is needed, not a mere path to traverse,  

Why require a song if a voice can converse?  

When will hearts be reached without knocking on chests,  

Do you not recognize the seekers' quests?  


Must I wield a needle to pierce the abyss,  

The shallow darkness where fierceness exists?  

For my cause is neither love nor war,  

But silence, science, and the pursuit of the afar.  


As you leave Mother Earth helpless and torn,  

Father Time shifts the tectonics, clouds are reborn.  

And I await the end of this cycle’s demise,  

So that a new era may finally arise.  


When we grasp the need for preservation,  

And understand the call for conservation.  

Yet why should I care if there’s no path to tread,  

It seems all my strikes have faltered instead.  


I long to be part of something profound,  

To find a place where I am truly bound.  

I wish to be lost, adrift at sea,  

Rather than have everyone with me.  

Here's a more mature redraft of your lines:


I am neither complete without the quiver 

Nor fulfilled with just the arrows. 

The bullseye is meaningless without the goal, 

Just as purpose is lost without direction.


I will not drown; I shall swim to the shore,  

With no ego to hinder, I’ll open the door. 






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