Somewhere along the winding way
The soul lead astray
His very core eroded
And the wizened mind blunted
The raging river of time
Once again, it had been ruthless to the dime
The smiling man and his lofty ambitions
Alas, they now nyet but mere apparitions
Still..an uneven form pushes ahead
uncaring and unfeelin'
In search of his daily butter and bread
One among the many, unheard and unseen.
-SHADOWNIK
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