A crumpled wingless albatross,
Blind to light, scared of heights,
In this crazy world of gain and loss.
My footprints have been washed away,
They weren't so deep is what they say,
The sand, the water, those distant shores,
How much of me have they carried away?
Every day is a step towards the end,
A new beginning, these rules we bend,
How many times the wheel shall turn,
How many days to comprehend?
Climb the hill and there shall be,
Green pastures, sweetness and ecstasy,
But maybe a steeper cliff awaits,
Beyond the images that we now see.
Then I shall go and meet my fate,
Or make it myself, my fears abate,
These troubled times have to be good,
Can't afford to sleep, I can't be late.
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