February 2018

Trading Today

How many are the roads we must travel on?
How long is the distance our feet must tread?

Will this journey last for all eternity?

Shall our hearts know no sweet pity?

Shall recompense be too far from sight?

Must we trade today while saying “goodnight”?
Perhaps, we see nothing of our old grown folds

And we hear nothing of forsaken melodies

Maybe tomorrow will never find itself

Or it waits on us to find ourselves

Whatever the case, tomorrow is lost in the stars

May you find yourself when the skies seem so dark.

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