April 4, 2016
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I am lost

Like a blind mind following the stars

As the candle is blown out

Like light through stained glass

Traveling with the sun

Going on and on

As the wind would carry the leaves

From the autumn trees

Selling its soul to the open road

Like a stray who ran from home

Into the darkness

Like a sinking ship

Drowning in the openness

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