Tomorrow never comes, but the next post will

Empty thoughts, empty spaces

The stare of all the empty faces.

What's the point as time goes on

The weight on my shoulders feels a ton

each day gone by

another blue sky

but why I ask you, why?

So the enigma travels on

to try and reach the morning's dawn

but each step is is just another tally

and yet the path won't let us dally

The End

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