© T B Jackson
Harmony is what I seek
In my heart and in my mind
But it's only for the mild and meek
Neither of which am I the kind
Like flowing darkness, deepest night
Time alone with idle thought
Creates desire for the right
But dispels all that I've been taught
Within my dreams I feel its touch
By light of day hope dissipates
On a precipice to life I clutch
And pray the pain will soon abate
But mine is not to be at one
It is to search with passing time
Continuing what was begun
To never rest and never find
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