trapped in circles of dispair,
darkness and sadness abound in the coming air.
hopes and dreams come to light,
a path off the spiral comes so near,
yet back into the spiral do I fall
what chances, what limits,
what pleasures, what sacrifices,
all the guessing starts again..
so many dark paths of dispair,
so few paths of the light,
swallowed by the darkness,
and hoping to be found..
beacons of friendship show as
lights in the distance,
but there are long roads to come
and a great exhaustion to bare
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