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Once more, I will, I know -

Reach the end of the dawn I come back to

Before that, how much further can we go?

What more can I do

With all these vast skies

And thoughts that never crystallize?

All the aspirations tied round my throat

All the changing scenery -

I'll get a grip - hold them tightly

And fashion them into the words I wrote

How remarkably strange

Is a life that is ordinary?

How much can I change

With a line that is quaternary?

And I've taken every blow

And tried my best to grow

In all the areas I most lack

Though castles in the air crumble on my head

And no one will remember a thing I said

After all, it's no skin off my back

And just how long has it been?

Two years and counting, all the way to six

Lost in a game I can't ever win

In so many days it ought to transfix 

And what will these thousands bring?

I doubt it'll ever amount to anything

But a loosening of lumps inside my throat

And a calming of my mind and heart

But still - I would never part

With these six years worth of words that I wrote

I'll reach the end - I'll begin again

The sun shall rise, and always set

It shall ease joy and pain 

From memories I won't forget

Because how could I with all of these -

Lines and verses that make time freeze?

In these moments of time I return to

Of past selves and sceneries lost

In these vast skies in which I'm tossed

I'll greet the dawn - what more can I do?