1. Reflecting

 On those stones I walked alone,

bearing only the name that I'd been given.

I walked until I reached the shore,

of the life that I've been living.


Staring into the breaking waves,

memories of broken days,

and all the times that went away.

Reflecting on my life.


On that bridge I walked alone,

staring into rocks below.

I dreamed at last I wa back home,

in the company of those I've known.


Hanging on a steel beam

separating life from dream

listening to the running stream.

Reflecting on my life.


On those stones I lay alone,

motionless and without breath.

And now at last I've found my home,

reflecting on my death.

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