before i gave it all away
was look to the light
and sigh
my hand
didn't feel like
my hand
the sun
didn't feel like
the sun
and my heart beat
through the mud in the middle
slower and slower
i could have said
a million words
to sum up my life
like historic people do
but all i could do
was breathe out
one last breath to the earth
a final contribution
to the maze that was
my life
solving nothing
in it's brevity
but forcing through
the naivety
one last time
before the clouds
rolled the stone
away
(stay)
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