The Journey
Lost, but not found,Do the flowers bloom?
Smiles like a clown,
No it's not a cartoon,
People lost in fear,
Courage not found,
We shed our tears,
There is no sound,
The Blackness sits,
And pain is feelings,
A journeyman's wit,
Time keeps reeling,
Power is just illusion,
Water has no shape,
Turmoil and confusion,
But there is no escape.
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