I wonder down this narrow path.
The sky dark and gloomy without a trace of light to be seen. The creatures that lurk in the night are all around feeding into temptation scrambling to be noticed. With every step my head held high and posture upright; any other way would be mistaken as weakness. The thought stopping comes to mind as it has many times before, but still I move forward, still I press on. I know that end is near. Step by step, one foot in front of the other I move like a wind up toy. Going through the motion that seems to be missing purpose. I wonder why I repeat this cycle, but I know not any other way.
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I know that it sounds silly, a made up myth but maybe that's all I have left. I look at the bird and what it represents. A sense of hope, peace and security, but like blowing on a dandy lion or wishing upon a star I soon learn that, that dream should be put to rest. So why do I hold it so dear to my chest?
I arise every morning and go through the notion. I slide on my boots and zip up my coat, but I still feel the absence of you. I look into their eyes, the eyes of which used to bring me such comfort, but now are just a simple reminder; a resemblance of you. I know that you're in in fields of roses and daisies with sky's so blue. I know that you're at peace, but that doesn't bring my heart any ease
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