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Seen it – own eyes – not a glance,
a present passerby
Blinded till the trice of trance,
main miser comes to lie.
Was so high, now struggle strolls,
aground the injured wings
Fatigue has taken enormous toll,
no hope but still treading.
Fallen hard but not to death
no sanity was found
Stayed submerged now seek a breath
I bear above the bound
Has been so long since gone astray,
ahead a glimpse of hope
So close but yet so far away,
nothing but lifeless lope.
Treading, treading, treading tough
at last, can lay to rest
lids shut, see the shining rough
Salvation! To my nest.
Awake to see the big blue vast
and all but joyous last
tired of the puppet thread –
tired of the puzzled head –
tired of the shutting door –
tired of letters unread –
all I can do is tread.
Perhaps I should tread……
……no more.
