Traveling through the spirals of trials,spending time with souls who are lost,
I have vowed to stop running
because guidance is not coming.
Speeding through the clouds,
looking for a guarantee that love will come,
patience is a painful sunset
And I can't muster to wait and reset.
So I leech upon all travelers,
asking each to grant me the miracle I eagerly chase
where I find another to envelope me,
blending their soul into mine for eternity.
I ask to become worthy in each eye upon mine,
have it replace the search I have in store,
and immediately know the journey is complete;
Where I don't have to walk this street alone in the heat.
Otherwise the pressure would build at the soles of my feet,
the rocks burning every etch created,
I would start to bleed and beg to be saved
and there would be no soul to watch over my grave.
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