"When you are in the wilderness And you hear the sound of life In the far off distance You head in that direction. For when you are in the wilderness Anywhere there is life Is better than the wilderness We journey through bleakness Through trees that are Emptied of their leaves We thirst for life With tongues starched Through the long empty desert You pursue life With all that you have You embrace the life you find You know it is better than the wilderness Yet even as you embrace it You sense it is a shadow of life a fraction of life It is not life Or the wilderness But the vast wasteland Where one goes to settle Between life and death And every now and then Something within us awakes And we question whether It is all an illusion And if we are still in the wilderness And we look away For fear of the truth For fear of admitting That our life is an illusion And we will defend Our illusion until we Are back in the wilderness And we hear the sound of life In the far off distance And we head in that direction"
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