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Mists Of Time

Walking through the mists of time
I could hear the death knell chime
It’s as if I was lost in space
Caught up in life’s race
 
Every way that I turned
The harbinger returned
The faster life’s race became
Was I ahead of the game?
 
Chasing that elusive goal
Of utopia for my soul
Feet caught in the mud
I heard the howl for blood
 
Able once again to move
Back into life’s deep groove
To the treadmill, I return
I had made a full u-turn
 
I passed up on any escape
Deciding I was in good shape
I would make my life my own
Life can have an altered tone
 
The mists had been cleared
My Harbinger had disappeared
Despair was no longer found
My heart lifted ’twas profound
 
My head foggy no more
Life was not a chore
I now held life dear
For now, I live in good cheer
 
© Hamish McKenna

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