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Eyes wide open, they tear as the wind strikes my face. The sun is golden, hiding behind the lies, crying out to all of us. I turn the corner and press against the gravel that has found Its place for many years. It has been years past and present since the gravel and the paths walked upon it. Lives change With days past and are often forgotten and left behind. To much to care, to much to try, for we are all self-righteous And relinquish ourselves from a time where the wind would Tear my face and the gravel would sense the pressure of years Past and to come. A token to journey home awaiting the Ferryman for an eternity. Life, death, crossing over, he will take us because our fate is in His hands. The October rust is evident and resides in my heart For change has come. Change has past and change still to come, It will always stranglehold my remaining beats. Connections still remain yet hang by a thread and all I seem to Grasp is that long road that never ends. Traveling down The endless road, parted from the ferryman that issued No fate, I travel under what little life is left from years of strength And months of beauty. It touches me gently as if to comfort my Emotion and assure a re-birth and resurgence. I pass and sadness Sets in, for a whole season will pass before we meet again. Down The hill a light and familiar scent touches my nose, diverting The emptiness that resides in a dark hidden place know where to Be found. It will always remain yet masked with the closing Smell and nearing light. Stepping forward a warmth covers Me and calmness filters through my body. To sit in peace And harmony last only for a moment yet the moment feels Like an eternity. Watching the sky shed its tears which harden Before it hit’s the ground. I am still at peace and I am still In harmony. The harmony is now over, reality has set in, and my own self Righteousness has made its way to the surface. The connections Are lost within the stars and only a few are still visible to see. I am no longer able to see and we are no longer a part of that Connection. Yet with connections lost the sky will still cry out, The gravel will still feel the daily pressures and strength, and Beauty will still touch those who pass beneath it. Where the rest of us will go is undetermined, only the Ferryman Will decide that, only the Ferryman will decide our fate. My walk Now is over, my journey progressing, and my heart still at a time And a place that is not here, that is not now.

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A Time and a Place

Eyes wide open, they tear as the wind strikes my face. The sun is golden, hiding behind the lies, crying out to all of us. I turn the corner and press against the gravel that has found Its place for many years. It has been years past and present since the gravel and the paths walked upon it. Lives change With days past and are often forgotten and left behind. To much to care, to much to try, for we are all self-righteous And relinquish ourselves from a time where the wind would Tear my face and the gravel would sense the pressure of years Past and to come. A token to journey home awaiting the Ferryman for an eternity. Life, death, crossing over, he will take us because our fate is in His hands. The October rust is evident and resides in my heart For change has come. Change has past and change still to come, It will always stranglehold my remaining beats. Connections still remain yet hang by a thread and all I seem to Grasp is that long road that never ends. Traveling down The endless road, parted from the ferryman that issued No fate, I travel under what little life is left from years of strength And months of beauty. It touches me gently as if to comfort my Emotion and assure a re-birth and resurgence. I pass and sadness Sets in, for a whole season will pass before we meet again. Down The hill a light and familiar scent touches my nose, diverting The emptiness that resides in a dark hidden place know where to Be found. It will always remain yet masked with the closing Smell and nearing light. Stepping forward a warmth covers Me and calmness filters through my body. To sit in peace And harmony last only for a moment yet the moment feels Like an eternity. Watching the sky shed its tears which harden Before it hit’s the ground. I am still at peace and I am still In harmony. The harmony is now over, reality has set in, and my own self Righteousness has made its way to the surface. The connections Are lost within the stars and only a few are still visible to see. I am no longer able to see and we are no longer a part of that Connection. Yet with connections lost the sky will still cry out, The gravel will still feel the daily pressures and strength, and Beauty will still touch those who pass beneath it. Where the rest of us will go is undetermined, only the Ferryman Will decide that, only the Ferryman will decide our fate. My walk Now is over, my journey progressing, and my heart still at a time And a place that is not here, that is not now.