Sensing The End

(I have no one to teach.)

Sensing The End

It’s the strangest place
where ears don’t listen;
I’ve been there a few times
and found nothing glisten

Each and every time
I find it harder to reach;
no one can follow me
so I have no one to teach

To help shatter its hold
and help attain my goal,
I’ll have to return there
and again, give part of my soul

It really is getting harder
to stop this dangerous trend;
but the less easier it is,
will show me its glorious end

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