That which can not be granted

What lurks in the darkest places of memory

why venture where no one ventured before

towards the unknown

 

what lies deep in the dark sky

why do we watch light in dark

 

What lies beyond those lovely eyes

why are they full of water

water cleansing my spirit

 

what do we seek

that which we cannot name

 

why do we seek it

that which can not be granted.

The End

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