I pride life as a well of everlast’ glory.
Albeit, now as I sit, fated to ever stare at the horizon, I realize
it really is such a fleeting moment; the passage of day and night.
Routine steals e’th from me, but in the end
I’ll always have me, and that is freedom.
The darkest hour is just before the dawn. At this time, we can still find light in the most odd places, if only we will choose to “stare from the dirt,” then we may find all we will ever need.
Covid-19 is not the end.
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