I lay frozen in thought.
Pondering of what you have in store.
Will it seed or break with force. Through era I wait.
Not forgetting the last.
Patience upholding my will of restraint.
Can I sit the sands of time?
Will you take the chance of eternity?
These choices embed themselves into the rhyne.
All I feign while I pray.
Is that you will unlock your fear.
And bring to me that internal ray.
Of who you dream and what you crave.
The core of life.
That has no shade of gray.
I ask of nothing more.
Just lyrical signs of where you stand.
The meaning of melody that takes your hand.
And seizes the chance of nevermore.

 
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