Take a stand and let me know
Which direction we shall go,
A nearer time than today
Shall not again come our way...
Hearts be true, yet, hands be still,
Paralyzed, they wait until
The moments have all but passed,
Few in reach are left to grasp...
Like a ghost crept out at night
Moaning still his weary plight
Haunts the chambers where he lived
The life he spent unfulfilled...
The vapors of something lost
Into composition tossed,
Makes this unnatural ghost,
A most disconsolate host...
I fear that's what's left of me,
An unrepairable deficiency,
Truth cannot be falsified,
In full bloom and more sincere...
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