He keeps trying to show them what he cannot come to say
While wishing to reveal the thoughts inside his head
Knowing though, that some things are better left unsaid
He goes unnoticed in such company of those he keeps
His innermost thoughts are of peace, patience, and virtue
Yet escaping to the forefront comes his lonesome misery
Breaking points are found in shallow depths of faith
Not wanting to admit such madness, he revels in stride
At the articles before him, At the moon as it rides
The sky like a majestic horse late into the morning
Where sleep is seldom found, and the dreams reveal naught
Having patience is like riding a Ferris wheel that has no end
Losing ground with serenity, yet making it trivial and loud
Finding release from these thoughts become a daily chore
One that did not reach completion just today
Tomorrow promises anew the walk of walks
And finding that dream with which to bear
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