I found the world is very small
and our time a breath away
and slowly distance uncoils,
a bridge it does not make.
What sense is this journey,
and the weeping of a soul,
when the possibilities appear
and the dreams are put on hold?
Truth indeed surfaces
and the words reveal its worth,
when sun light brightens a new day
like a flame within a hearth.
Once a road is traveled
and the unknown appears
I concede it just another day
that we have yet to share.
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