With That Notion

From yonder window, there I seek
Beneath the stars alone I'm weak
Meek as I've become
Living on these earthly crumbs

Pebbles like the grains of sand
With that notion, I am man
Made was I of soil and dust
Bound beneath the world of lust

Prisoner in my heart in part
Lonely as the tears depart
Like the rivers on my cheeks
There are times, when I'm discrete

Discretely as the tears appear
Looking over lineal years
Fears are not forbidden thoughts
Alas I know what I was taught

Pound for pound among the clay
Thoughts have echoed in the grey
Discretely, as I disappear
I long to find my yesteryears

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