thoughts and dreams of what could be
crash and thrash inside of me
an endless stream of hopes and needs
a restless gardener sowing seeds
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a path that once did seem so clear
threatens now to disappear
like water flowing through my hands
I lose my sight of promised lands
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a sorrow fills my very soul
where once my heart, is but a hole
I walk alone into the dark
I've lost my drive, my life, my spark
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I'm losing my grip on reality
shifting, drifting away from me
slipping further day by day
maybe, in time, I'll fade away
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