And, overnight, my sorrow
Expands to fill my head;
I look towards tomorrow
With nothing short of dread.

I tell myself a story
And make believe it’s true,
But life’s lost all its glory,
So what am I to do?

And yet, beneath the ashes,
There lies a glowing coal,
And that’s where wisdom stashes
That thing once known as “soul”.

And so I just keep going,
All-seeing and all-knowing.

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