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Go forth, the breeze  

through passions eye

For I know not what bothers me so

Does there need to be a reason for shame

Quietly I weep silent tears;

A reflection of my pain.



Go forth, I say

Do not hesitate

Yet I know how wearily I tread

There is but faintness in this heart

From my long and tedious step.



Go forth, I am told

Though I know not why

When nights are long and days desolate

I cannot help but ponder

The meaning of life desperate.



Go forth, I hear

No longer bide your time

They say to tarry is a loss

So do not procrastinate

The rolling stone gathers no moss.



Go forth, yet I know not

What this means

I am ever wary and watchful

Lest the obstinate one may see

And waylay me for my weakness

Whatever that may be.



Go forth, through passions eye

Never fail, nor stumble

For the quest you do partake in life

Is one of means so humble.



Go forth, rest ye not

Though ever tired and weary

For be it love you seek

You'll not find it here

And your search will leave you weak.



Go forth, I cry

I beg you please

Give rest this hardened heart

Being love I sought

And found it not

My journey I must depart.