Finding a way through the mist.
The continuous beating of my corroded mind…
Beating in time. only fragments and pieces of dreams of my distant morning memory…
I am standing here without you, on the sidewalk of life.
Worry not, for The Child of Seven will be coming, in the moments that pass us by,
Like the flash from a bolt of lightning, entering our existence from behind,
Sneaking up on me like ever before,
entering the mind from behind,
then closing the big steel-door.
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