Peeking over the edge of dawn again
Reminded once more that there was a time
Where daybreak heralded a new beginning
And not the repeating of a tired pattern
Long gone are those hopeful mornings
Fresh and full of promise and potential
Where time's passing felt brisk yet fair
And not at odds with my daily mood
Lured again from my place of rest
To a world that is indifferent to my existence
And cares not for my trifling complaints
It waits for me to take my place once more
Were I to begin this life from the start,
And blaze a new path with fevered passion,
Would I find myself with a kinder fate?
Perhaps a man in no way the same as I was,
Although his name may remain unchanged,
He may be happier or wiser after all
And unshackled by the burdens of grief
By the weights of everyday tragedies
He might find in himself the strength
To craft a realm of his own making
And to bend the very whims of fate
To his own selfish desires
As I weave such lofty thoughts
In the shallow confines of my mind,
Memories appear to me all at once
Of other places and dates
Some bright and vivid and animated
Some faded as impressions upon old parchment
Some warm and comforting and some grimdark
But all precious in their own ways
All are as pillars unto my being
The laws that uphold the fabric of my soul
Past, defining present, shaping future
And painting all I know in shades of hope and fear
When we forget we are dead
As it is only our own memory,
Fickle and dim as it may be,
Which keeps the spirit of the world alive
Which fills the darkest corners of this stone
That spins at sickening speed without end
With color and meaning and emotion
And gives life to those who inhabit it
In truth stark as purest white,
Though you may vanish from my sight,
You exist for me and me alone
To bring me joy and woe alike
When the time at last comes for me to erase everything
Will I find myself mourning that you will truly be no more?
Or will I only regret that even in my final moments
I could never dream of anything greater for myself
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