confined to a
spot
dust in the
corner
piled neatly
next to a star
wished on it
once when he was young
same he
confined by no one
thing or person
or event
a record that
will not play
he is a fool
stagnating
and selfish
same he
once
compassionate
and now what
has become
of the dust
pile gone
with a light
breeze blowing
out how many
candles now
at what point
does it not
matter anymore
or is it
all important
someone should
let him know
looks like he
doesn’t care
don’t be fooled
someday
everything
will appear a
little clearer…
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