The confluences that bind us all,
A driving force of the human spirit.
And while some will leave the well untap'd
To embrace our fates makes us aware.
I'd rather you be a candlelight,
Than that of a fiery forest blaze,
At the expense of tempting passion,
In lieu for a most consistent flame.
As the structures of time wear me down
The residual brawn sharpens my wit
And focus towards settling, but not down.
Perhaps in. As my soul wanders with yours
Through misty battle and joyous time too
Now slowly let the sun set upon me,
And rise, my Northern Star, Venus or Moon
A lunar reflection of my essence.
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