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The Same Drummer I'm walking on t'wards the abyss my footprints marked in time the roaring meaninglessness is the wound that will not heal. I'm marching tired and broken on while Clotho's thread I trace possessed with vainest hope for rest in love or luck or grace And though it's said of mountaintops they're climbed "because they're there" my struggle onward never stops and leads to who knows where? And so engrossed with each small step no time to laugh nor cry an automaton fueled by what? by what and where and why So step by step sometimes it seems The day is almost done But never yet the beat can stop, The tiring footprints that are my life |
Additional Notes:
I know this one isn't that good, so I hope it won't put you off reading my better one ("The Untitled").
This may have been published on www.poetry.com, I actually can't remember. Copyright remains mine.
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