Getting closer to our end
And even further from the ever-
changing and fleeting dreams
we always once had, have, could have.
We are easily unsatisfied
Yet yearn for something we
May one day call our own legacy.
No one can deny this.
Even shepherds who guide their own
flock of fleece and meat
Dream upon the same changing sky.
Out of all the ephemeral constants,
Only he who lives dreams.
Only he who dreams lives.
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