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To be free of this yesterday.
Hoping for a place
where I can
Idly count the grains of
Sand, pouring through my dreams.
Imitations of life reverberate,
Surrounding
my vision
Along the daunting paths of shrouded memory.
Fearing the passage of time
Underneath a crowded sky,
Containing
none but the remnants of our
King's fallen castle.
Interred still within its ruins, where
Nature preserves the everlasting
doubt,
Gentle motions of truth unconsciously remain.
May they, to the present,
Once more return.
Clambering over
the walls,
Kept up solely on a past derision, now
Easily overcome in these changing times -
Renewing the challenge
of
Youth's immortal hope.
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