A Gaze
Inside an empty lie
I gaze upon the silver line
Keeping my hopes up high
What is life but a tide of time
In little time I hold
Gathering my moments all alone
Clinching onto memories from a time
The ghosts of decades that passed by
As the tides now flow still
Like a man without a will
Sore and Scarred
I still gaze into the dark…
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