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The days lift and wane in one constant; the hours seep past me as I fall in and out of lucid dreams ... Strange words inkle past, strange seeings ... There's a boulder in my way, and where do the stars shine now?
( oh how far we are from home ... )
Home. It feels like an eternity over since I have felt that I had that. Home. Perhaps it is not that I am homeless but houseless. I never had a home to lose.
To sleep? Perchance to dream! ... For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause ...
A thought came to me from the shadows today ... and it has wormed its way into my heart:
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL
( oh how far we are from home ... )
Home. It feels like an eternity over since I have felt that I had that. Home. Perhaps it is not that I am homeless but houseless. I never had a home to lose.
To sleep? Perchance to dream! ... For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause ...
A thought came to me from the shadows today ... and it has wormed its way into my heart:
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL