Restless

As the day burns out, it wanders into the silence of the night

Tired as it grows, defying the vicissitudes of life

A faint reflection of the waning moon to guide my thoughts,

Into the wilderness of the palace inside me.


Like little but mighty falcons, my dreams soar into the sky,

Sniggering at the mayhem below, and whats left by.

Ambitions carousel out of grasp, leaving less to mind,

Knowing there was much to say and moments to leave behind.

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