How your restless, hungry eyes
Search for meaning in a world
That never sleeps…
Speak of cloudy winter skies…
The morning dew, turns into rain
Dying leaves of seasons brown
Losing life as they drift down
Toos soon in life, return to earth
Only they can know their worth
Distant dreams of things to be,
Wandering thoughts that can’t be free
I feel my mind turning away
To the darkness of the day..
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