This street I passed just days before
Above the ground afloat
A smile lit my upturned face
Life was a sailing boat
Today I tread with feet of clay
Each step is pondered, slow
My eyes a reservoir of tears
Your words eclipsed my glow
My heart crystallised in ice
Is set in fast freeze mode
I'm faced with a cul-de-sac
Where once was open road
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