Journey
This growing casym
how it does spread
no matter the ties that bind
what once was, may never be
i want to endure
there is little cooperation
occassional bisecting parallels
i want brilliance in my life
not a cold, dank room lit by another
i want a thunderous song
with lyrics full of color
not a sonorous melody
that meanders with the wind
i want to lead this parade of life
to wave at the crowd
i make this journey
with only me.
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