As I walked towards the future
Things seemed clearer.
What if I stopped here?
Would it mean the end is near?
I so wish I could tell you
How much it takes from you
To chase the inexorable;
So ineffable.
Let it be a pair of sweet eyes
A pleasant demeanor,
A complicated thing
Or a silky string.
Nothing I would let be
To take an ounce of me.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
As I walked towards the future
Things seemed clearer.
What if I stopped here?
Would it mean the end is near?
I so wish I could tell you
How much it takes from you
To chase the inexorable;
So ineffable.
Let it be a pair of sweet eyes
A pleasant demeanor,
A complicated thing
Or a silky string.
Nothing I would let be
To take an ounce of me.
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