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The great aurora in the sky

Colors lovely and bright,

Your mind takes flight

A feeling you can’t buy

But look between the color

Stray your eye,

Something quite duller

There’s this new feeling

It’s a very different feeling

But it’s a good feeling

I thought I had this figured out

But like Icarus with the sun

I still had no idea what would be done

Who is a man that can’t help?

Crying,

They don’t let him in,

Crying,

He gets pushed away,

Crying,

He can’t help, he cries inside

Who is a man that’s not perfect?

He must always know

A man confused,

Is a man unknown,

Unknown to himself,

Not knowing what to think,

He doesn’t see the world,

It becomes warped,

Changed,

Hazy,

Cast into hell when you’re lonely,

Seemingly heaven when not,

Loneliness can hold on you, spread like a rot

A lonely man can do thing in search of connections,

He hurts others and himself,

Le François de la Tranchée

With my stomach on the ground, I look over the parapet and into the trench. Nobody could be seen.