Blind

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I went into the world today
To see what I could see
If everyone out there
Was just like me

And what I found out there
As I looked around
Was sadness and fear
With eyes cast down

So I asked each of them
How come so forlorn?
They answered very quietly
Voices ragged and torn

They had lost their memory
Who they used to be
Regardless as they tried
They were never free

I sat beside a tree today
To see what I could see
Wind against my cheek
Happy I am free

Stoic.

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These Days

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The clock ticked
No one listened
The alarm sounded
No one listened

Perhaps they are not listening still

Stoic.

 

Nature Prayer

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Harbinger of souls
Carry me beyond
This Earthly caste

Above the forlorn
To rise, to see
Clear and open

Beyond the rabble
See the whole
Unmired from detail

Dark wing carry
Into the sun
Where all are one

Stoic.

Living On The Surface

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How much was my deposit?
My life a week older
How better off am I?
As I get older

What are the means?
Of living here
When what I give
Causes more fear

I am tired now
Please let me rest
Give a little time now
I will be my best

I finally see now
What it all means
Spending a lifetime
For others means.

Stoic

 

 

Pretty Things

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We see the pretty places
With sun and sand
Upon a beach hand in hand

Gloss over ugly things
Averted gaze we look
Away from what we took

Security just an illusion
Seeing what we choose
Never seeing what we lose