Light shines down from above, uncertainly sitting upon
earth, waiting to be claimed to sit before the hearth
of love.
Striving for perfection, finding that it's not a perfect
world, being disappointed is the only sound that's heard.
Following paths least traveled, kicking up a 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 any answers,
turning about, facing death, asleep forever in life's
eternal doubts.
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