Edge of Day
Memories painted in my mind Tapestries spun from emotion Hanging as if to dry A long and windy road trod barefoot As if in requiem to another yesterday The wind howls a deep sigh Inside my head the pictures float A technicolor movie of my life Endlessly showing to a crowd of one Somewhere, the Sea crashes over the rocks That sit at the core of my being Will a B movie actor suffice? My road is forked My path lies which way? Eternal sunshine Or, I simply fall away I am a dreamer dreaming I am an observer observing A growing point in time Treading a weary line The footprints in the sand lead nowhere Except around and around Edging inwards away The mountains in the distance Beckon me
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