Wandering inward
The road is winding, turning sharply
The Path is hidden by a fog
No sense of direction, And then I am blind
No sense of time, then I am blind
Running, Searching,
Reaching for handholds
Something solid a beacon of clarity
My body gives
My limbs are lost
I don't know where they've gone
Disperse
My heart is still, stiff as a pole
My mind says to run
Run for the light
Run for your life
Run for your life
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Sing the dead
Poems and lyrics of my own creation
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