Pity, the man that loses his own light
Chasing the stars in the middle of the night
Witness them move, to and fro; so far, so high
Time, ever-fleeting; his constant enemy
Reflected in the sea; the stars, serenity
In the rising tide, the calm ceases, ripples severing
Darkness, clouds, veil all that the light touches
Despite blindness, he heads for the summits
Blind hope, broken love, he aims above it
Weathering the plains, falling headlong, into nothing
Losing even himself in silence unbroken
He fears lurking creatures, hidden in the open
Lost in himself, his thoughts meander, revolve
The beast within, still, begins to evolve
On the highest of mountains, he ponders what he’s lost
Now still, in time, he embraces what the heavens bring
He lights the fires, and the meadowlarks sing
He hadn’t noticed all this time, the sun revolved around him
Out of the darkness, he can truly see
It was he, who he was meant to be
The risen sun, glistens and now he reflects on the sea
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