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Old I'm trying... I'm trying
To make a line.
But I think I've lost myself
In the sands of time.
An hourglass gone by...
The sand has slipped right through
And now
I'm just a fragment
Of the life I filled...
These words, I've cloned
To Heavens' end.
Spread myself so thin
Across my treasured pen
That now I cannot sing
Without a backing violin
To guide my broken words along.
I think... I need some pain
Some pleasure... life...
Some rush now in these veins
If I'm to capture right
The little magic light
I once would grab
Twist and turn
On through prolific nights...
My tiny ball of thoughts
That used to bounce
And catch the dirt
Upon my soul's floor
Before it came right up
And showed me what I had this paper for...
So now I'm keeping count
Of all the weakly strung predicaments of stanzas
Littering my mouth...
But either way, I'll tell you
My single greatest fear
Besides losing the love
I hold so dear...
And here it goes,
So lend me endless ears
For my final sounds.
I'm sick of ending blurbs
On some forgotten string of words
That you will soon renounce...
