Woven Hands

Callisto
Awoke from the slumber
The lapse of time
I've got nothing to show for it
Entertained, but not enlightened
Recalling today
for a trace of tomorrow
Being one without a lifespan
New thoughts must follow
The daylight draws to me
and the surroundings are not what they used to be
Light fills up space
in a solitary place
Walls consumed the knowledge
harvested along the way
Watching the others
This stagnant state galls the hardened heart
A pace towards an early grey
Is there life before death?
Planted firmly with an abundance of time and no sun
If there is life before death, I live it through You
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