Seth Xyrell the Lost |
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<< Back | By Seth Xyrell |
I,
Seth Xyrell,
Have been lost for days,
Wandering and roaming about wherever I may,
Bound by my weaknesses.
I am like the Air,
Unseen until vapor makes me thicker.
I am like the Water,
Stagnant until space lets me flow.
I am like the Fire,
Still until the wind comes blowing.
And I am like the Earth,
Firm until forces have me shaken.
Like these elements,
I struggle with balance.
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