In all I try and take to keep
the self I only serve
The curve is short and very steep
I get what I deserve
In all I wish and look to see
gaze both far and wide
Beneath my feet obscurity
holding back my stride
In all the time I never find
these moments slip away
Tomorrow kindly steps behind
the shadow of today
In all these pieces on the ground
might fit so perfectly
Hope is first what need be found
for all that shatters me
Copyright 2015
Archie Papa...
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