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The morning sun that lights our horizons

Yet we never see the cool balm of darkness

Stranded on the island I made me

A half built bridge that will not cross

Ideas stay within my sleeping

Pieces of my beginning

I feel grand designs while the builders abandon

I write and I read yet can't find the end to the story

It's just not my time

Create the screams yet only hear whispers

Perfect wings that never fly

Questions found but lost are the answers

Pieces of my beginning

And here I stand again

Begin and begin again

To an ending unknown

Stranded on

Ideas stay

Only whisper

And here we go again

Create the screams yet only hear whispers

Perfect wings that never fly

Questions found but lost are the answers

Pieces of my beginning

The shells are made with no life inside them

Cities with empty buildings

Towers stand with only foundations

I've laid the roads that end somewhere half way

Pieces and pieces pieces and pieces

Pieces of my beginning ending