These grey days have a way of convincing.
Closing in on another go or stay.
Interrupting the work and play.
Dreary tarmac last night's refrain.
Solitary on a pathless mountain.
Sands flow out each visible grain.
Let go of the past, sour sense of blame.
Seriousness of life, no easy fancy game.
The grey way toward the grave.
Where destiny will have us lay.
You seek sacrifice and loyalty.
Ready to witness me self betray.
But I will keep trudging up this pathless mountain.
The steps echoing last night's dreary refrain.
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