Saturday, 5 April 2014

Next Horizon

That moment
When everything around you is a blur
And what was once important, means nothing
Just empty phrases, empty gestures
A robotic shuffle from A to B

That moment
Where you turn on an axis, this watershed
Unsure which way is forward
But knowing that that which is behind you
Cannot compare to what may be over the next horizon.

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