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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