While having wrest upon a cause
Yet, trying to remember who I am; at a loss.
The converging roads race - headed into hell
Where the inferno singes the outer shell
While heaven’s forgiving rains mute the yell.
As ambitions take run at last wry;
Thyme wrapped eyes season a cry
Thus, solace tastes comfort hence, there lie.
Structures build regrets to carry in two hands
And dreams run lost and away to last amends.
The conversation striking quiet among all friends.
The soliloquies give praise; bring tears
For those composing to write what brings fears
And some attending listen in silent rant; spinning spheres.
All the wheels turn taking battle against the obligatory;
All roads ignoring reasons for any directed conciliatory;
The migration’s beginning is merely a safe contributory.
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