Let Us Speak Of Unknown Things
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read

Let us speak of unknown things
Who knows now what the dead
Are up to?
Are they watching us flail around
Lost in the mystery
Blind to our purpose
Pressing on.
Are all the best already gone?
Or they burnished by memory?
Will any return
And finish the work
Or are we on our own?
3000 miles is a long way
to go to find home
We have to keep
Pressing on.
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