Along that road, many times we walked
Hand in hand, yet alone we talked
Without breath, endless noise and chatter
To the winds of memory the words scatter
No answer will echo back from the well
As the heart slips into the darkening swell
The individual is all that ever stays
When light fades and life slips away
Thought from one goes out to all
Too late to change, too late to call
Time was had and spent unaware
And all that holds is a cold, vacant stare
We thought we could beat it back with sticks
But solid it was made with invisible bricks
A lie from the start of fantasy and illusion
The unreal world of a fevered delusion
Salt on the lips, sea spray on the face
Waves crashing down on a terrible place
So much wind that grabbed at snapping sails
And took us on trips of meaningless tales
Once bright were the stars far overhead
Promises, dreams and hopes left for dead
Dashing against life's sharpened beams
Hull of the self ripped apart at the seams
What I thought was there was not me at all
What looked like a door, turned into a wall
Fences of the mind collapsed and fell down
The more we talked, the more that we found
All that is without can be witnessed within
Stopping the flow is where it all will begin.
Taraz
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