The times I sit and wonder,
and on thoughts I do ponder.
With these questions I puzzle,
I think my mind needs a muzzle.
As thoughts flow wild and free,
I slowly become aware of me.
Time brings change, like the seasons,
but needs no method or reason.
I close my eyes, out slips a tear,
as I sit in the wasteland, with noone near.
Quietly I wait and patiently behold,
the story of my life as it unfolds.
As I strike out into the relentless dark,
ruthlessly attempting to leave my mark.
Finally I allow myself to see,
that this was never meant to be.
I resign myself, for it's who I art,
Always selflessly, playing my part.
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