Light shines down from above, uncertainly, it sits upon earth,
waiting to be claimed before the hearth of love.
Striving for perfection, finding that it's not a perfect world,
being disappointed is the only sound that's ever heard.
Following paths least traveled on, kicking up wanderer's dust,
scattering it across the world.
Leaving tiny holes of doubt, spreading through unsheltered
minds, love slips out.
Finding no wisdom, no knowledge, of what life has begun to be
about, talking incessantly to oneself, never getting answers.
Turning about and facing death, asleep forever in life's eternal
doubts.
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