Once looked to the stars for answers,
Searching for a way out-
now I’m filled with doubt.
Thought I knew my way,
But was left with dismay.
In the aftermath of it all,
I no longer wait for any call.
Ignoring the storms ahead,
I long for things that are now dead.
The fire dances with the trees,
With no stopping, it spreads.
A horrific sight, indeed.
In the wake of this inferno,
Growing up, music was always a constant.
Then, it meant very little to me.
It was only background noise, but always there.
With the crashing tide,
And wisps of wind,
Rain melts all there was.
And all that will ever be.
As water rises in the sea.
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