In Such Nobel Events

In such noble events as we aspire,

Can we see a thing most deep,

Or fable a story and be marked a liar?

And all of this in pursuit of a dreaded sleep.

The gift of time has most been most freely shown,

To run its course and be most steep,

Or shop for pleasure and into chaos thrown?

And all of this in pursuit of a dreaded sleep.

We stop for moments to leave the memory lying still,

Craving a touch and only then to make the leap,

Or should the risk be taken for such a moment’s thrill?

And all of this in pursuit of a dreaded sleep.

Breathe deeply and shoulder the burden of life,

It is then and only then that we sustain such strife.

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