Spaces Rendered

by

The circumstance at daybreak brings on all the chances,

the traveling wagon that draws near only takes a dollar.

The fool is made of television, joining the masses

fatal thoughts of travel...only for the magic.

What's lost is the soul struggling to get by, in an

imaginary world of reason.

Find some meaning in it all...they say, whoever that is.

No one is strong forever, no one is brave forever...all

the great people before us are now dust blowing in the wind.

So take the ride casually, without force or direction...

no one will ever know our destination until the end.

...lonely spaces rendered for you my friend, for those

that will never find the magic of their souls...joining

an ongoing procession to other pastures,

struggling to find meaning in the dusty

winds outside.

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by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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