Sometimes life feels perhaps as an endless pursuit. While often not all good or bad, sometimes we carry with us a hint of uncertainty and perhaps some question of our grasp of meaning.

Hopes in Rows

I am, this timeless strife
Forgiving passions
Living life

What joyless hope
Lies neer transposed

Endless galleries
Hopes in rows

Bitter black and pale gray
The aged souls and company

For those soon departed
Timeless wonder

All in squander
we hope, we wander.

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