Thursday, November 29, 2018

Confuddled

Lead us from the dark tides of the mind
Which are full of bogs and potholes and murky lies
Away from the dark horrors of the night

And bring us to something clean and bright
Something cool and sharp like the winter wind
On a snowy field

Take us to a place where we know for sure
What we are and what we should do
Who we are

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