The Gazer

A sad man, Living with a sullen Plan
To him the world was mean
His Life Hanging by the seam
He thought the world was mean,
it was hanging by a seam
The dream was to pull those doors
Wide open upon the flourish lights
flowing out the dreams of god
the man gazed upon his life and thought
I am a man, Living with an Amazing plan
This day Is not bland but simply gone,
This was not the meaning
This was not the charm
THIS WAS NOT
my plan
Gazing...
Gazing...
Gazing

by Spencer Wilson

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