*The places I meet, the People I go

here and again I find it more difficult to see the sunrise,

from atop this hill this morning, the sky a blaze,

Fire in my soul, a soul lost in a lucid haze,

I wish you would find me, just for a day,

here I sit, a top this hill,

clouded thought rage like the sea,

sanity washing out like the tides but never returning to me,

I love the time, the place and space,

hate the trap, the hell and things like that

the mist is warm, a blanket in time

the sea roars louder, drowning the mind,

here I stand, a top this hill,

the cliffs of life,

no rope this time,

do or die

 

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