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Driven by moods
Imaginary, and real
Facing them, running away
Trying hard to deal
Winning or losing
No way to tell
Trying to make heaven
By passing through hell.
Dark are the skies
Of a winter afternoon
Praying relief
Will arrive soon.
Nobody understands
Unless they are standing here
Feeling my soul
Living with this fear.
Riding this ride
Barely hanging on
Watching the past, present
And yes even beyond.
I try to explain
But I just can't say
Watching sunrise, sunset
Day after day.
The book is still opened
As each page is turned
Soon I hope to find rest
The rest I have earned.
(c)2010 T. LaFountain
