a mind like a hive of bees
yet without purpose, without aim
questions like waves that never cease
they pound the cliffs that do not bend

who i am that i know too well
forever from me can i never run
where i'm heading that i cannot tell
every step taken in deepest dark

sleep is a rare jewel of the night
like a thief of it do i ever seek
it eludes me hidden well out of sight
blinding me with the early morn

it seems the dust will never settle
no water will quench my dying thirst
under the plow of darkness mantle
there i trudge the well worn earth

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