A hand calms my face as i wonder about the future to be.
Lightly glistened with a tear,
My hand falls to my knee.
A vision of eternity calls with vivid day dreams.
Unmoved by life, the chair creeps from a slow rock to a lean.
I can feel it....
I can be it....
Wood comes by scarce now.
What am i to do to keep this fire lit?
A glass half empty.... I am it and it is me!
The wind blows and sings to me with the background voice of withered trees.
A song soulfully embraced by thine ears.
The tapping of shoes dormant my fears.
Like a bottomless circle,
I'm left wide open!
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