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Distraught and weary, I lay by the fire,
Nothing left to utter, nothing left to desire
With bloodshot eyes and shoulders heavy
I succumb to exhaustion, glimpses of wakefulness streamed in brevity
There was no one to blame, yet I cursed the night
For making me relish what I thought was daylight
I have fallen many times, not once or twice
To the moonlight's cospiracy and its hounds' advice
And yet, in each step and turn,
That voice that I yearn,
Led me to riches and profits only the spirit can earn
So as I rest and as I've learned,
To listen closely and discern,
Her guiding voice in my heart will one day, again, brightly burn.
Today was a day in shadow. I'm familiar to this routine, but it never gets any easier. I only wish to hear her again, just to hear her utter those short but sweet lines. I feel like it would comfort me just a little more, and take me more miles down this windy road.
