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Craving : Midwestern Chilli

My eyes have seen the day,
My heart now knows the way,
But it all seems such a shame,
That I feel so alone in this game.

Around I look and see,
Many people who walk beside me,
Too bad it seems that lines are drawn,
With me just beyond.

And there are times down this path,
Where weariness pours over me like a bath,
And when I turn for a shoulder to lean on,
It always seems I cannot find even one.

I have that strong hand from above,
And that always open ear I serve,
So sometimes I wallow in solitude,
Though I know it's probably just the attittude.

Tell me why is this so,
Through many barriers are still no go,
No where to turn or hide,
To none is the quality of my walk tied.

Spoken words from my bowed head,
Is a hopefull parade,
Of change in time and space,
Of the way I run this race.