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-=Restless Spirit=-


There is a restlessness in me
A spanse of longing that haunts my head
Even in times of thoughtless glee
When I think i've finally stopped the dread
and cherished temporarily
The tiny strand of restfull thread
that snaps, and I fall, despite of me.


I fall again, and feel the sea
That blackend stoic undertow
pulling me under endlessly
tugging at my hapless soul
to smother once more the whole of me


So I have learned that seldomly
Is there a time without suffering
In some way or shape, or form of me
I now know how i have been longing
For something I will never see


And watch as time slips past the hourglass
To the end of days, to the end of me.