Way of the World

Most of my voice is a whisper
Most of my candle a flake
Most of my choices are dead at my feet
Most of the river to take

Most of my fire is fading
Most of my water is dry
But there is a way of the world I forgot
Time is my water supply

And time is the fuel for my fire
Time is my solitary prayer
Most of my choices are wakening now
Because time has been taking me there

Most of my being is rising
Most of my smile is me
Because there is a way of the world I forgot
One day I’ll get to the sea

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