Wandering, always wandering
Looking for a place to rest
Searching, always searching
For a way to escape from this place
Countless years have passed away
Since he last felt something
Day and night look all too similar
Time has lost all meaning
He searches for a kindred soul
Who will make him understand
Who provide give him wisdom
Help him hatch a plan
This is not a blessing
It is the greatest curse
Watching your loved ones die before you
Stuck in between two worlds
On moonless cloudy nights, you might steal a glance
Of the shadow, a lost soul
Looking to find redemption or a second chance
Death is not the end
It is just a new beginning
Life is not the start
We have one foot in the grave from the moment we take our first breath
So do not be saddened when you know you have to die
Or take too much pleasure when you lead a long life
Because life is a big journey, just enjoy the trip
When the train of life stops at your station, we all have to take our last breath
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Adaline Archer
Just a girl writing about the world.
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