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the journey that has to rest
to jo, august 11 05
You traveled too many cities
where the night's city lights turned to disappointment at breakfast
with hangover that refused to retire

You walked too many valleys
where the night's sky light was a let down at dawn
by the recurrent short-lived habits
always come, but gone after

Yet, you still seek for the lasting last stop
but then you keep fleeting 
afraid to stop

Your dismissal is the only hope
Your ignorance is the upmost despair

Walk with me to a place where any journey has to rest
a solace for your hopeless thirst
a redemption for my faltering hope
a closure to our fateful wait.
last modified on Fri 12 Aug 2005