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Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Another World

On this starry winter I walk
Alone on this frosty road, boots crunching snow
The sky is awash with stars
Wondering what I’ll do next

My troubled heart is silent, giving no answer
Shadows flickered beside me, an inkling of past glory
I am all alone, on this wearisome road

I hope this is the road, to my Arcadia

Please tell me the way to Arcadia
I do not belong here, antithesis of myself
How many more steps will take me
To my destination?

This world is not for me
It was never meant to be
A mistake this is

I hope this is the road, to my Arcadia

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"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

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