Looking up into the ever-flowing darkness,
Inquiring, praying, to find an answer,
Windows glazed, a look trying to suppress,
It leads, I follow this celestial dancer,

When will you come down to my side?
When can I see your hallowed face?
I need you, so the darkness may subside,
When will I feel your touch, your embrace?

I don't want your pity, I don't want sorrow,
I just want to be told,
Hopefully, before sometime tomorrow,
These spirits grow old.

The mystery within, grows continually,
My crusade to defeat, remains constant,
Every voice, muted, every action, done lethargically,
Yet, I still cry loud, asking, for anything, a hint.

To your existence, am I to search forever?
Sometimes, I feel as if you're not there, instead of just far,
And I've wasted my time on this endeavor,
So, for now, I look up to my one and only star.
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