tree over lake at night

Pursed upon the lips of thousands

Stood above the waves

Where I belong above the crowds

Until my dying day

Far from the man I used to be

Unactualised at best

Not yet the man I used to see

But better than the rest

It was once said that still waters

Can run deeper than Mekong

Fortunately the depth of man

Is still relatively unknown

It’s been somewhat concerning

A somewhat yearning of the mind

Flitting back and forth

Gaining strength come over time

I can see outside it’s raining still

That faint perfume of summer

There’s a hint of you upon the breeze

I digress toward the future

It’s only been two days

Fourteen hours, eleven minutes

Yet I still tremble at the thought of you

I wonder what comes next

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