Senses’ Destiny (poem)
He turns his thoughts again to roam the sky
Beyond the edge of all that he can be
To wander past his senses’ destiny
And bid his weary world profound goodbye
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He settles in the flowers of his soul
Where traces of a Joyful heart now fly
And whispers lost in dreams wait one more try
A purpose for his reason to be whole
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He feels no need for darkness or the light
When countless wonders seem to guide his stroll
Toward existence unknown waiting for goal
And no time to hinder his way or his flight
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Then he hears a voice from some memory
A beckoning need his senses excite
A promised forever to which held tight
Which calls out to him please come back to me