Lying on lawn grass,
to lull me to sleep.
But meself, crass,
and numb, unable to weep.
The want to cry
ain't the want to weep.
Maybe, just the want
to know you still feel.
I feel still.
But do I still feel?
As I lie here, between
day and night, spacious lawn...
My mind, sore. My hopes, lean.
My soul, tired. Yet, not a yawn.
Beyond the lawn,
crossroads.
You and I,
star-crossed souls.
The crossroads are terribly dark and deep,
but I have to take a leap,
and miles to go before I weep,
and smiles to go before I weep.
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