Pull

When that clarity in mind calls

We always do seem to know

For whenever we trip, we fall

Might we now await a new goal?

Easy isn’t it to understand

That every waking day is a sign

Without a common place to land

Our inherent passions will resign

There, desire is to continue forward

We cannot decide just how fortune

Allows incidence of time to bend t’ward

Heartache thrives in a shadowed new moon.

Give me a sign that our day’s purpose lies

Ahead long enough to hide this quiet disguise.

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