"Weary"
# 5 November 9 2003
"Weary"
No rest for the weary, there is no peace of Mind.
The Hearts a lonely hunter, the Feet must march in time!
The Soul and the Conscience, the Brain you will find
That one with-out the other, leaves One lost in time.
The Body becomes weary, the Mind glum, and dreary.
Weary of Body, Weary of Mind, one goes on, ones left behind.
My Heart yearns and wanders across the Great Divide!
Aimlessly and Happily, for it’s a safe place to Hide!
The circle within, the circle without,
You don’t come in! We might come out?!
John Bird
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