“Here lies the man broken by

His dreams”

Said the stone as I passed by

He lived with the world,

Now he sleeps alone

No dried flowers on his side

And nobody to mourn

What do you live by?

I think as I smoke

A warmth fills my heart

And I escape the cold

With hopes soaring high and

Spirits down and broke

My life is my epitaph

I walk the lonely road

22 thoughts on “Here.

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