2010/09/11

Soliloquy - 2010/09/11

This land I once knew is not mine
I waste no time wondering of why
That house nestled beside the pine
Is a bastion of hope in a dull sky
Either its safe or otherwise claimed
Though alone I want only what I need
A beckoning window seems so untamed
Its light beaming regardless of deed
Inside all I have sought does reside
A dream from which I will soon awake
Loaded to the brim I now must decide
How far this fantasy I will now take
Do I return to the land left behind
Embracing others wandering all about
Or converse with friends in my mind
Feeding fear uncertainty and doubt

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