Half a Year
Half a year has past already
so fast without any warning
the chance wasted, just yearning
left to discerning what could of been
The remainder of the year still upon me
waiting indiscriminately, lingering in the
distance, a shallow refuge or time for learning
I do not know
Certain of only one thing I must tread this journey
with its unknowns, finding solace in my sanctuary
I sit and ponder that far away place where questions
do not exist and answers are irrelevant
a place where only my soul can take me
a place where the perfect day exists and I know it's truth
A place so powerful that to reveal it's true identity would be committing the most heinous
of treason to my very soul.
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