Who knows how it ends

Or how it began

If you do then your mistaken

Their stories don’t make sense

So don’t let the fools win

The answers come from within

Whatever dies lives again

Existence begins after it ends

Nothing always came from something

That used to be or has been

Without any wisdom

you’re just chasing the wind

Take heed to the teacher

Your best interests are at heart

You may have never known it

But he’s been there from the start

Never fear the future

Or dwell upon the past

The only time that matters

Is the time that’s fading fast

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