Still waters
Reflecting quiet
skys
And my empty
soul
I walk the banks
alone
The silence blinds
My choice of
paths
Idealism forgotten
I walk the banks
alone
The endless way
The path leads
through
A darkened tunnel
of
Autumn leaves
and bending
Branches concealing
direction
Continuing future
light of day
I walk the banks
alone
An endless journey
From idealism
And no way to
return
I walk the banks
alone
The beginning
Ideal and hopeful
The end distant
and unknown
My sextant useless
I walk the banks
alone
Navigation by
feel
Our accumulations
useless
Markers of certain
uncertainty
I walk the banks
alone
It was yesterday
That the passion
spilled
Catching breath
and body
With the taste
of spring
I walk the banks
alone.
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