Oh precious time, where did you go?
I do not know.
The hands no longer tick so slow.
Arrested, life has lost its flow.
Oppressed beneath this heavy snow
Lie dreams and hopes that will not grow.
Frozen, stunted years ago.
They'll never rise, they'll never show.
A light of hope ceases to glow.
Searching, waiting.
High and low.
To and fro.
Head to toe.
The crying crow, the destined woe, the fatal blow.
I ask myself: How long to go?
To tell the truth, I do not know.
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