...Looking Out
Once I was a mighty oak
Standing in a field of stone.
I was surrounded by the masses,
But I was all alone.
I was trapped inside!
With a million souls watching me.
I was looking out!
At a world in which I'd never be.
Now I'm just a grain of sand
Inside an hour-glass.
Falling from the future,
I transcend the present to the past.
I'm trapped inside!
With a million souls just like me.
I'm looking out!
At a world in which I'll never be.
Soon I'll be a memory
Like an early morning fog.
A kaleidoscope of poetry
About the life and loves I lost.
I'll be free!
Like millions of souls before me.
I'll be looking out!
At a world that I won't need.
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