JOURNEY
FOUNTAINS OF FLOWING WATER,
DARKNESS IN THE STREAM,
DAYS AND DAYS GO BY,
WHAT COULD ALL THIS MEAN,
CURIOUS TO THE NAKED EYE,
WONDERING WHAT WILL COME,
ALWAYS THE SAME FEELING OF WANTING TO BE NUMB,
NOTHING BUT QUESTIONS,
AND NO ANSWERS RECEIVED,
NOT ANOTHER LOOP HOLE,
NOT ANOTHER BAD DREAM,
LOOKING FOR A LIGHT OF AN ANGEL,
OR JUST A GENTLE TOUCH,
MADNESS AND DARKNESS EVERYWHERE,
WILL WE ALL SOON TURN TO DUST,
THE SUN RISES NOW,
THE WINTER COLD BREEZES BEGIN,
WONDERING WHEN OR OF THIS WILL CHANGE,
OR IF IT’S THE START OF THE END,
BLINDED AND HELPLESS,
NO COURAGE THAT IS LEFT,
JUST MAKE IT THROUGH THE DARKENED SKY TO THE OTHER SIDE,
TRAVELING THROUGH THIS JOURNEY,
WITH ONE MAN WAITING IN
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