Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Less Lost

All that
begins
is just
closer to death

Me here stalling
am immortal
dreams of so much yet to be
no realities of such and lost

I think we are all the hunt
or call it the search
or the becoming

but so many
once there, or worse once
far enough to see the next valley,
fall upon swords

knowing this is all the better it will be
all the better
it will
wills to be

So many days
from the dream
and so close
to the darkness at the end of the tunnel

Me here
I'll stay dreaming
little done
but less lost

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