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In the morning cold

     cold blows the falling snow

a tattered blanket of dirty white

     hiding not all life away

wanting now I search

     for some meaning to feel

a purpose needed to be

     defining what I am

I have felt the glowing sun

     warm light shining on me

letting me feel fulfilled

     it too quickly faded away

my words I scatter far

     I shout them upon the wind

which carries them far away

     never returning again to me

a hunger hurts inside

     a need I cannot fill

in the days I seek

     and in the nights I cry

purpose do I have

     a reason that I am

something that I should be

     but can it I become

dark paths remember I

     ways taken in the night

lost in the light of day

     under the burning light

with fumbling steps I walk

     seeking that which might be

but pain does fill my soul

     and I fall onto the ground

lying in the dust

     seeing dark clouds overhead

wondering of the light

     now lost unto me

but I cannot stop

     I crawl onto my knees

to somehow continue on

     seeking to find me