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a reflection of life under a full moon. |
| Thrown, abandoned; A lit cigarette in the grass, A silhouette against Unforgiving concrete. There is no map To this Never-faltering Reality. Discarded, exhaled; A sad puff of a sigh, The moon reflecting Unforgiving concrete. In the static, How shall you swim To safety? Clear, glistening; A glimmer of a thought, A realization in White noise. How will you trod Along the path; A road that isn't there, Even in dreams - In the soft Crooning voice Of hope - In the breathy Music that flows From the heart? If there is no map, How shall you swim Below that path Of unforgiving Concrete? |