:: Mist ::
The wandering of a lonely soldier
The lucid aspirations now a distant mirage
Seems in this world everything is a wager
The trails left behind are inveterate reminders
Growing deeper with every cycle
In a moment of delusion he sees her smile
Engulfed by clarity it is back to the debacle
Oh will it ever end, the begging question
Only if he lets go, when he lets go
Too tried, too tired, too many a trite
If it was to be done, it was long ago
Now he’s trapped good
In a world of blinking delusions
Who says a smile is beautiful
It tears him apart with painful premonitions
Hamid
6 March 2006
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