Loss of Thought
As i sit here and wonder
all this time
why do i try to climb
this , this wicked mountian
that never stops
i feel weak
as i dream of your face
yet i stay strong
conceive of ways to a better pastime
rather than to think
of these memories
that have past me by
for i still try to catch them
in all there beauty
but they are all the agone
one can only hope for
another chance
with thier destiny in hand
what is right?
what is wrong?
the future can only tell...
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