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Musing Mind of MineOne can not live wondering about
What will happen in the days to come
What we see is only a representation
Of the choices we made before this moment
Of Times to come we can not see
Where our choices will lead us
Astray or correct we can not tell
Until the time of realization is well past
I will not say where I will go for
Not even the best of us are able
To foretell what will happen
When the time comes to choose
The path that is meant for you
Decide for yourself and not let
The Path of Indecision decide for
You which path you will take
Most can not understand the meaning
Of what Life is for they have not
Lived long enough nor lived enough
Times to figure it out on their own
I am not like that for I have lived a
Good many times before Unlike most
I always choose to stay on this realm
For it is here that I know I can do
The most good for the Planet the first
Life that I have lived I remember my
Death only that itself hurts me soul
Ever time I think about the momentary
Pain of being hit b
The Memory Remains"Come here, Gani," a woman said, and Ganikin knew that he was both dreaming and seeing a memory. He saw a Dokkalfar smile as he walked up to her bed and put his hand in hers.
"What is it, grandmamma?"
Zha'linth smiled at her grandson and ruffled the rebellious tufts of hair on his head. She had not aged a day since the Moon's Age, but her face seemed more shadowed as of late, and it seemed that the deep blue of her hair had lost some of its luster.
"I just wanted to see you better. These old eyes of mine aren't as good as they used to be." Though she laughed as she said this, Ganikin felt his stomach twist into a knot. He clutched her hand tighter and stayed there until his mother called him from somewhere outside. He left his grandmother with a quick peck on the cheek.
The house was a tired shack, but Ganikin seemed to remember it being nicer, though it was probably just nostalgia talking. It barely stood upright and had only just enough room for the five people who lived there, and e
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