Far cry to these days, in a place
Void of pain and he prays
Left untamed in this plane
Where he twains
Hoping he drowns in this lake
With nothing to take
Home, with nothing to make
Whole
Fall asleep again and again
Makes the leap
To the cloud above eight
And lands safe
Or so he thought
But as he wakes, the night breaks
And he is stuck on this rail
Too dark to see the train
And as he waits
For the end of days
He slips back to run from pain
Go quietly with with no ounce of blame
And again and again
The slip, he'd rather take
©shayomi
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