The dust once settled,
needs to be shaken again,
which was trapped and bottled,
has to fly out to douse the flame
A long time passed, few friends I have earned
in this work of black and white, few shades I have burned
I lost my pace in the layout of this maze
got knocked out, now just the sky I can gaze
I am no stone, but I know to roll
I can play more, but I choose to fold
I have new horizons to reach
the rocky roads are always there to teach.
The dust wont deter me now with pain,
for I know, I will rise up again.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:02 AM UTC
The dust once settled,
needs to be shaken again,
which was trapped and bottled,
has to fly out to douse the flame
A long time passed, few friends I have earned
in this work of black and white, few shades I have burned
I lost my pace in the layout of this maze
got knocked out, now just the sky I can gaze
I am no stone, but I know to roll
I can play more, but I choose to fold
I have new horizons to reach
the rocky roads are always there to teach.
The dust wont deter me now with pain,
for I know, I will rise up again.
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