Beyond Terra - RETURN

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RETURN
{digging my own grave series}

I constantly speak of love and life _
yet I am dying quick twist of-knife

And secretly wish my eventual death
Solemn awaiting my last-of-breath

If it is true that we lie in peaceful slumber
within eternal rest _

Then I should toil with all my efforts
to be rewarded the elusive bliss.

My time upon this realm once of need
and usefulness _
Has quickly reared its wag of tail _
now in circles I give chase.

Hold back the fear of how it will come
of never feeling the wind again
or the warmth of the noble sun

The time is nigh the point of one _
the space in time where I’d begun

Will it be where I’ll no longer yearn
or will it be where I’ll burn

It calls for me through the eyes I see _
and await for my return.

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