And comes the day no longer there
Clear sounds with only me to hear
Will I regress to a life of haze
Once more the mind a maze
Whence escape not be clear
Ti's most in this world do I fear
For when expressive words abound
Such time with ease can be found
Gainful thoughts with joy sustain
With naught a struggle to maintain
But though word flow be not in line
I seek these thoughts without a fine
For now I know a clarity anew
And no longer fear days to rue
When know myself perhaps at last
And all else may recede to past
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