Ants milling
Here to there
no question of right or wrong
The river winds its path
no fear of life or death
Clouds form and fade
no thought of worry
The cycle of life
Seeks no answers
Cares not for morals
Urges no indulgence
Hopes no glory
Asks no pity
Fears no future
It is the essence of life and death.
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