An ache in my head
A dream in my eye...
I lock up my heart
And there's a tear inside...
An empty hollow
That looks all bright...
Uninhabited
Deprived of light...
Don't want to fall back again
Into the marshland of ancient, drabby habit...
Or walk back to a bar
Of superfluous companionship...
Truth of my work
Dreams of my heart...
Clutches of iron will
Freedom of mind and art...
A few fresh flowers
Some dry,old thorns...
An eternal bubble of inner joy
A sea of memories- long and strong...
A few old postcards
Some old collected seashells...
One tear that's shed less
Some smiles around that may help...
A memory in every bookstore
And every shoe that I ever wore...
Some new toys of destiny
Some old, broken, untold...
A thought for every old door
Opened or closed...
A walk down some alien street
Destination unknown...
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