trying to walk, half a mile
the possible , to the inevitable.
say out loud, and just a few
walk away , wak away
looking at the distance
ticking, sinking fast,
stay , stay just a bit
longer and a bit shorter
Oh you poor child, you earthly,
lie down and close the book
final chapter , and a sweet end
scribbled on, a high flying cloud.
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