Side Of The Road

No time is nowhere to go
In these times of conflict
When sleep is elusive
In a world fallen sick

Memories of good old days
I never asleep for too long
Days that never were
Where we never belonged

With eyes wide open
Sitting and pondering
By the edge of the road
Shaking and wondering

Stoic Poetry

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