barreling down the path of lighted nothingness
the natural mystic lingers in the midnight air.
hopes and dreams scatter like sticks in the wind,
hanging just within reach.
the pitch black horizon whispers of the future and the chilled breeze reminds the soul of the here and now.
the end is near, but the feeling is not mutual.
time has rendered a new beginning but the clouds of the past linger.
misty vapor fills the lungs with each nervous breathe,
time is nothing yet time is everything.
times spent and times lost are all the same and have a similar cost.
the dawn is near,
my fate is here.
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