Destination of Purpose

Ravens clatter at my feet
Until we all are hopping
To the sound of the sunset
A sound of quieting
Fewer and fewer chirps
People become echoes
Wisps of shadows
And my ravens chuckle
For we are only history
To an unplanned future
I no longer know
Where I am and where to go
So I hop
Around and around
Chasing after shadows
In hopes they have an answer
To why I am here

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