I feel it all crumbling down, As an avalanche of rubble and debris Made of incomplete dreams and unexpected events… My body feels the leaking of strength, As the sand from a speeding hourglass Tumbling through time, end over end… My eyes need to shut But I keep them up and running, Open and alert, aware and focused, Meeting demands not my own… What kind of fool that makes me? I’m “en route” towards some unknown destination, And as I go, so much goes still with me… Summer clothes unsuitable for cold temperatures… I’m taken to laughter with tears swelling within. I blend in whatever role I’m performing By my own accord or otherwise, and act it As if nothing else mattered, counted, or had weight upon me. Sometimes I share this path with my shadow, sometimes not. Maybe there’s wisdom in shadows as shadows go. The inner me traverses a chaotic waterless sea Filled with wrecks of past eras, Under the light of long dead stars, With undead ghostly ...
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