Calling to the wind
Wanting in the fall
Dreaming over casts of fog
Grasping for the mist
The tellers tale talks of this
Walks in the whims of wandering wars
Embarking on the embrace of eternity
Fumbling through alls all
The sun it sets, the sun, it soars
Ejections to the inner page
Struggling senses stretch for stars
When feelings thought implodes
Direction deals in discovery of direction
Prints of feet sketch the rise of fall
Keep me
I ask in trembling silence
I think as I do
But act as a journeyman must
mF
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