Thank you. There's more.
Here I am at world end,
as nature fights and strains,
to fix and mend.
I have reached my destination,
only to be stopped by others desperation.
I see with my own eyes the one before me.
and yet, I do not understand,
for whom lye's before the,
is me.
There I stand, but here I am.
How can this be?
How is it me?
Yet there I am, and here I stand
at the world end.
As nature fights and strains,
to fix and mend.
I fight to flee, to be free,
and yet there I see,
as I fight to return and to see
the other me...