Somewhere in this grey mist of reoccurring day after day.
An endless string tied end to end,
There is no point, no reference, no item
no lamp, no guidepost to awaken you to a path.
Sleepy meandering, lazy rivers slowly flowing, ever flowing.
Every dizzying day into every dizzying night
Each feeling numbed and dulled into an eternal plight.
Clumsy hands ever searching ever feeling
Squinting eyes always looking, peering, gazing.
Lost in the great expance of eternity
Groping, searching, finding only the smoothest glass.
Every step revealing, in the haze of the fog
A new turn, a new way, a new path, a new day.
Lost after a lifetime of days, every path and every way
Takes us somewhere deeper, but only deeper with no change
Left or right, up or down, will it matter
In this great expance of forever?
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