
There’ll be times I feel beset
To an antiquated water wheel
Performing cursory cartwheels
As a cold river steals my energy
And I rarely recognize this life
My environment has so changed
Shadows are like tumbleweeds
As daily skylines get conflated
Amongst distant foggy mountains
Their gentle silence; estrangement
One’s soul-soothing song- absent
As ambient colors bleed in greys
Oh! Late wishes, I’d known sooner
Palatable choices I’ve…left unmade
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