It's everyone's first time alive
No map, no guidebook, no failsafe
No-one can tell from the outside
What is intended or what is mistake.
Each step propels us forward
Past to present, present to untold
futures emerging, building, forging,
Each day moves us ahead, no stalling.
Acceptance inevitable, hope stumbles
But slowly forms. A fleet of fireflies
Distract us from all our troubles:
No-one makes it out alive...
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