Sometimes when the sun sets a certain way
The beams of light fade, ceasing the day
I return from my journeys, hoping to see
A glimpse of hope, a definition of me
The beating of my heart, defines a life
rich in fortune but not devoid of strife
Despite my command, of all things me
the vast unknown will erase security
So what can I do, what can I say
except to trust that there is a way
beyond what I know, beyond what i see
This gift we call life, awaits perfectly
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