Symphony
Pleasures ephemeral as smoke
I hold the grains of sand yet still they fall
Gazing transfixed
As the aroma of finality becomes a taste of solitude
How the hands move
Seconds force their departure
Clenching my fist
I will rebuild this castle
But how?
My palm releases the last of the sand
Haunted by lost empires
Whose secrets are locked away
I submit unto my fate
I released the genie
Only to return a ghost unto the bottle
Our origins, our existence, our destiny
Scattered to the wind
What happened to me?
It seemed as if anything was possible
The glory that once was
While the world waits
Stepping off into the unknown
My mind tells me one thing but the trees whisper another
Peering through a secret window into the deepest part of my soul
My hands touch the heavens, my feet touch the earth
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