Onward Poem by Robert Matkovic

Onward



Start the sound of this gentle muse
Let it surround my empty brain
Be all free or frozen soul
Let me be insane

Once was I a lonely man
Free from grips and strains
Lost on wondering fields
My heart there still remains

That each step of this journey
Was once a little more
How can I journey back
When I've just went through this door

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