In Conclusion

Beside the brook the cobble stones
Seem to shimmer beneath a golden haze
Collision in conjunction is the riddle of my maze
So blind and yet so real within this mind I call my own

Confusion covers chaos by the payler's pale I bare
But do I dare to show I'm there, when all I ever do is stare
Without a care or even a worry I am lost without a care
To find the place, that I will favour
Where my thoughts are left behind

Behind the clock "time is ticking"
Like the rhythm of my mind
Shall I stop forever humble but never fumble
As I breathe, I feel the breath ever so calming
Oh so charming "do I dare"

To become a lonesome buzzer and a total bloody loser
As I crumble to my knees "Oh help me please"
I never grumble as I fumble as I fell down to my knees
I just watched ever so slowly
"As the leaves fell from the tree's"

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