Life Goes On

gleaming shine, textures of eternal sands,

enveloping the tears within my soul,

soft, false conjecture absent in this land,

not a test, nor spirit through a pinhole,

 

arms of air, testing for imperfection

finding nothing, I rise upon my feet;

the glory of this city’s perfection,

but inside, I know, something’s incomplete.

 

The moment my heart stopped beating, I knew:

The myth’s were all wrong, there’s still much to do

 

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