Despite all of the reaching
Rectifying and beseeching
Our feet have moved not at all
Wandering forward and back with each rise and fall
Never to stray far from this place
Inspiration leaves no trace
Nocturnal whispers all run dry
Gusts of wind born to die
In the necessities of the day to day
Novelty gets in the way
No time left for anything new
Energy sapped before the week is through
Collecting spare seconds still
Endeavoring to save enough to fill
Stoking flames and mending hearts
Sapped, we simply stare at all the parts
In spite of all this stalling
Trembling and falling
In all the seconds that we prise
Entwining aspirations with the skies
Struggling back and forward with each fall and rise
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