Dots on my horizon...drawing closer?
My pilot settles to his controls
My thoughts orbit as anchorless souls
Pen to paper brings comfort as a story unfolds
Men rise and fall through the tides of time
Writing their stories as I'm writing mine
Darting their eyes and drinking their wine
Facing the fruits of their wandering minds
Glaring down and seeing the end
Pondering if loved ones will see me again
Scale the tower and lean to one side
A breath of wind will end my faltering pride
I squint to view the dots once again
Is that heaven awaiting or hell within
Will this time end and the truth begin
Or will I be damned by the ultimate sin
As my horizon toys with me
Obscuring my dots when I turn to see
I rely on reason so that I can be
Dots on my horizon...Torturing me.
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