Purple reflections on the earth
yellow blossoms in the air
clouds drifting overhead
I walk, walk, and walk
but never get there
soon green twigs will
turn brown
the purples and gold’ll
rust away
I’ll walk, walk and walk
how do I get there?
even the shadow that fall
is dark
and all that grows
must wither
but from nothing
something is born
like light
from darkness
like rain
from dark clouds
like from a dark womb
into the light we come
the light I will see someday
the darkness I will be one day
I’ll walk, walk and walk
that’s the only way
to get there
or so I think
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