Recognition

Lost on an angry sea of black
Pushing forward, no looking back
The Piper must be paid his debt
For good times had, must not forget

I remember sunny days and fields of green
Starry nights and mountain streams
The days of my youth are slipping by
I see her face in my mind's eye

The smell of smoke invades my mind
Raucous nights were left behind
Crashed in to a wall of regret
To deny my soul the fear of threat

I wonder how this story ends
Will I be able to make amends
Would that I seed the soil of Fate
That happiness may perpetuate

Drifting alone my hope is waning
Panic sets in; my spirit is draining
Morbid curiosity presses me on
I want to know what lies beyond

Through the Darkness I see a light
Piercing through the murky night
A beacon of hope toward a safe shore
No turmoil here as there was before

Knowing me now gives no reward
Though reading this may strike a chord
Not said enough, no need to pretend
I want to thank you for being my friend

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