by Brianna G. Harte
To walk through life,
never a step off the path,
and never feel like the world is turning,
to stop thinking of acting bigger,
is to travel on a trail to nowhere.
Without purpose as a guide,
days and years mesh.
Actions detach from feeling.
Colors dim from the foreground.
The spark of songs diminishes.
Will you let the lights die?
The moments ticking by,
fading into a black hole.
Will you rescue those you still have?
Or will you let them fall
so deep you can never get them back?
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