Many! The ones are straggling out
Stand by their ground to shout
As they are frozen by doubt
The silence speaks aloud
Many! The ones are seeking for a lore
Guidance to propel them to a shore
A quest for a hidden door
A quest for a long-lost oar
The dazzle of the sun, yet warming
The shadowy stars, yet mesmerizing
The crescent moon, it's moaning
The ones fall asleep, humbled and dreaming
Why are we here?
Conjoined and broken.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
Many! The ones are straggling out
Stand by their ground to shout
As they are frozen by doubt
The silence speaks aloud
Many! The ones are seeking for a lore
Guidance to propel them to a shore
A quest for a hidden door
A quest for a long-lost oar
The dazzle of the sun, yet warming
The shadowy stars, yet mesmerizing
The crescent moon, it's moaning
The ones fall asleep, humbled and dreaming
Why are we here?
Conjoined and broken.
This piece of mine's dedicated for my 3 best friends, whom I've known for such quite of time. Now the time has come, each of us will have to face our own path. The big question came to all of our heads when we just separated, why are we here?
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