Night and Day

Silence everywhere; all life on slumber
Moon and stars nursing us from the skies
Time for rest; before next day's hunger
Another day of hunt, another day of cries

Still I lay here all awake; a restless mind
For I seek not just mere existence
But an exploration into the wild
An adventurous route and vigilance

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