Shrine

I roam

And participate

Nowhere others might

Not have gone

My will vacant

My direction unkown

Yet set in stone

Gather roses in the time

I have some

Show me the tome

I have grown

 

You pass it back

Weak peace to smoke

And dream

Just a sleep

 

Sitting on the shrine steps

Staring at stars, I pretend

You pretend

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