Weird thoughts, like echoes deep, Stirring in the hush of sleep, Rising tides I cannot keep.
A notion drifts, a path unknown, Different hues my mind has sown, Yet, am I truly all alone?
The weight of man, his woven thread, Sows his troubles, fears widespread, A tangled fate his hands have bred.
But let me fade before that day, When light and hope are stripped away, Gone beyond where shadows stray.
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