A time, then, came again of sombre
And brought the silent, swaggering ming,
Tired and hypnotized by the motion of change
Beside the leaves that fall of the years behind
And the anxious tug of thou shall seek…
And thou shall not hide.
The ink comes again in this strange, turbulant way
But now today I sit behind a different door
As the plays of life sway outside
The tide…alive with dancing droplets of joy.
But again, I am here just staring in
Through the glass at the window where I havn’t been found
A place of wondering answers…
A place profound
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