Glimpse through the glass
Surrendering to time
Reflecting my imagination.
Ten thousand feet have walked this soil before me
As will ten thousand more before it's behind.

Still, loneliness creeps,
Surrounds and fills me
And though this ground offers consolation
IT'S NOT ENOUGH!

Scraping away at the layers,
Digging for solid proof...
You'll never find what you're looking for.

Well...I never do.
 
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