Ronny Self

Hello Day, I see you’ve come again
You’ve proven yourself such a worthless friend
Now I wonder why you keep coming around,
Though you speak, you never seem to make a sound
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The days do not last long of a man,
So now let us go,
Both you and I, hand in hand,
Journey away to a distant land
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Where are you?
I’ve been waiting for such a long time
But you still aren’t here.
I cannot wait forever, you know?
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Moving soul I want to see;
There are just so many things I want to say;
Moving soul as you come close to me;
Perhaps I’ll tell them to you another day.
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I was affronted by the darkest night
As it drowned out the heat of day
And became confused as I lost my sight
And stumbled around in unholy fright
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Sunlight,
Crawling over the horizon,
Painted fingers grasping trees,
Pull yourself over, breathe
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What dark days this side of life,
Of crooked friends and budding sorrow
Oh, the hopes of just making it ‘til tomorrow
Could not hide the heart from the scythe
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The aging trees will creak and groan
To find themselves ringed by frost in sleep
And snow by the wind already blown
Cast upon snow already deep.
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When was it that winter gales
Blew down trees around our home?
And where was I—A roam
Among the budding Spring vales,
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I wish I could stretch unto the stars,
And know beyond knowing the touch of flight
Like the soaring meteor bursting through night.
But being human it is only my place to mar
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Incline of that which is immortal,
Deeper still than blood and bone
And more human than mortal.
But more alone.
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When I am dead and gone—
Far beyond the hills we walked as youth,
And these old bones have had their taste of truth
And young of spirit, of song;
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Two worlds in which I know;
One buried beneath the snow.
Though there through yonder portal
Lies the secret to being mortal.
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I have walked all imaginable ways,
Through oceans, over hills, into deep caverns;
Where the lantern of the watchman holds no sway
And into the drunk man’s taverns.
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I remember
The grass flowing in the breeze
Moments of joy, unbounded
By the constraints of want and greed.
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I grow tired of the ceaseless night
That has surrounded my body and mind
And so I wake myself up as I find
That all is better in the morning light.
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When my sins have caught up with me
And I can no longer run quite free
I doubt that in heaven I will stay
When I have all of hell to see.
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When the gods look down on me
I wonder what it is that they see,
Is it my strong and peaceful mind
Or my weak chaotic heart that they find?
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I saw an apple fall today
From its tree not far away,
The great limbs let out a cry
As they watched their son fly.
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