Wood splinters in a forest of glass,
falling leaves of solid brass,
raining on me heavy and hard,
leaving me exhausted and charred.
Looking beyond the harshest fact,
feeling the way others say to act,
lost in a world of contemplation,
taking things in moderation.
Losing sight of what is true,
walking on coals with only one shoe,
seeking all that I know is right,
seeing only my last sight.
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