one hour in a time of need,
the one i most rely on is gone,i am alone without an objective,
the time is almost near.
who shall i turn to now?
two more hours until my strength offers up,
to the resistant violent winds and waves,
no one stands straight anymore,
slouching toward the intricate carving.
was my nature only in my head?
i don’t remember the words,
the purpose and meaning gone,
floating away at fast speeds,
knowing the chance has been lost.
what will i be next?
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