Wrong
I sit upon, my thoughts so blunt:
I hear the birds that cry,
Not what I do, but what I can't,
One can only try.
I look upon, the sky so dark,
The air is cool and still.
The journeys that I won't embark,
Feelings I'll never feel.
I'll walk this road, with uncertainty:
I'll help myself along,
Until I rest-- eternally,
Forgetting all my wrong.
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