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Broken in the Dust
Leaping into the heart of the weary,
a faint sliver of hope whispers low,
delusions for a world forever,
weaving dreams into a tattered coat.
The deceitful toss sad eyed wishes
into the wind-battered alley,
you do not need a compass,
to see you have nowhere to go.
The circus is not under the big top,
it is here on the lonely street,
the game rigged against us,
remember yesterday’s promise?
Not knowing which way is south,
the bearings once were clear,
all destinations are elsewhere,
crumble to their irrelevant fate.
An empty highway no longer alive,
campfires dead along the way.
Ahead unforgiving depths of years,
abandoned dreams, broken in the dust.
(C) 2002
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