Figuratively searching for life's meaning among the lost
and forsaken woods of earth.
Bereft of solace and compassion, turning away from the
shores of new horizons, preferring to meet death on
familiar ground.
Sentenced to a life of reason, unfolding instead in
imagination's realm of undefied creativeness.
Living in dreaded buildings of uncontented peace for
the measures of our universe.
Watching dilapidated seasons crawl forth, falling
always short of eternalness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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