Shards of an anchor

from steam - Saturday, December 04, 2004
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Just some morose ruminations.

Starry-eyed youth,
In our grasp all we willed,
Owned the world, possessed all truth,
Reality no power held.

Shrapnel of an anchor,
Shards of dignity,
Who I am I do not know,
Or who I’ll ever be.

Haunted lies the past,
Fortress of illusions,
The ghosts of years gone by,
Taunt naïve delusions.

And the sands all shift,
And the waves crash by,
And the march of time,
Shouts its lullaby.
And the truth gives this comfort to those that require it,
And the flames shall devour,
Those that ignore it.
And starry eyed youth, own the world and the truth,
“Till illusions corrode and the anchor explodes.