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Poems, Adages, and Thoughts The years turn to fears, while my heart it angles out
It latches on to what I've lost and never pulls it back
My dreams I worry will disappear long before I see them near
The years turn to fears while my heart it angles out
Searching for what I thought I'd be, but never find a trace
My thoughts turn to weathered stone and slowly pull me down
Beneath waves of crushing doubt, my heart it angles out
Fleeing fast, for in the depths swim churning fears
I weave a trail through Distractions' Maze
But never can escape myself
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"...my thoughts turn to weathered stone..." cool image - slc