Blinded as I be, enlightenment was all I seek.
Through hazy skies and waters deep,
From dusk to dawn, emotions bleak.
She sways my heart, restarts its beat,
Stirs a soul which moves my feet.
I try and try to hush its pace,
But once it starts, it ends a race.
A loser whom has lost his prize,
A part of me has surely died.
Though yet and still they may critique,
But enlightenment was all I seek.
- N. Smith
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