love makes the world go round

It’s time to go, to leave this place
A shadowy voice does cry.
But the voice belongs to me alone,
And still I wonder why.
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The time is here upon me now
Like a weight, heavy pounding.
Or has it Lifted? Hard to tell
The Questions keep arising.
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The unknown awaits, as it does
For foolish few who dare.
Is it foolishness? Curiosity perhaps?
Or something I’m not aware.
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For I am scared and poignant now
More than ever at present.
Tears cloud my eyes as pen meets paper,
And I hope for my ascent.
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I leave behind what I comprehend
And even with all communication.
I know for now without doubt,
I drift, en route a new location.
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But who’s to say what shall pass
And what still lies ahead.
I only know that were I’m at,
I’ll yearn ’till forever dead.
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Yet for now the flame still burns inside
However daily dying.
To light the path less traveled by
In haste I’m already striding.
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But am I running from that I cannot
Escape from oneself is ever brief.
Before we are again confronted,
Hunting for relief.
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Yet still I follow my perilous path
To wherever it might be leading.
And well it may, onto something new,
And strangely more inviting.
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Or perhaps not . . .
But who’s to know, not I as yet
The fate of anyone on this Earth,
I wouldn’t like to bet.
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For life can lead in many ways
Often now undesired.
Fate can deal a cruel hand sometimes,
But we play on, cold and tired.
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And art is born of life
Hard, dejected and trodden.
Hence emerges exquisite beauty,
And some direction from the coffin.
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Finding it is a difficult thing
Sometimes left without thought.
But time it ticks, and years they fly,
I’m sure it can’t be bought.
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So we search, as do I
For things that bring on the ‘morrow.
The weak are those who don’t pursue,
And languish in their sorrow.
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Happiness is that I chase
And hope to find someday.
I’ll count the means again I’m sure,
There is always another way.
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Love Makes The World Go Round
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