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I was once a wanderer from a faraway land,
Searching for answers to who I am.
I sought far and wide, looking for just a word,
Even a smidgen of purpose in my existence upon man.

Amidst my travels, I came across many answers that were not my own.
I found wealth, I found fame, I found immortality.
Yet it all felt so hollow and vain.
So where truly did it lie, my humanity?

And thus I found it years later.
Upon retiring to spend the rest of my days alone wondering,
I found myself pondering
On the days when I waded through water.

I found myself thinking of the days when I trekked through mud and dirt,
Of the days when I found myself trapped in snow on an icy hill,
Of the days I spent upon a boat traveling shore to shore
Looking for a beach to settle upon.

And so, my answer became apparent.
My existence was like the waves of that very ocean.
My purpose was to wash away all that was of me
And replace it with nature anew.

Though as I sat there pondering my answer,
I concluded one thing for certain.
Those very waves, which I so lovingly reminisced on
Sounded so very

Lonely.