Whats in my heart , the feelings delayed
Tattered and weathered with ripe old age
A twinkling twilight to a humble abode
Time keeps passing with which I grow old
Flickering light, lightly doused with spite
Turning the bright off on a starry, starry night
Amused with plight, creeping in on your right
To know who you are and why your in flight
But once again you fight, your alertness unites
Humblest of thoughts that keep you within sight
For one day will come and you will be done
Guided and willing, your memories undone
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