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Grey Hands

There was time

When I was blind

To everything, surrounding me

 

I was a pointless point

On an old blank map

I had no reason, to even be

 

And it’s with these grey hands

That I crawled in circles

A ship-less sailor, left ashore

 

I was terrified

Of finding light

So I shut myself, all away

 

I was a hopeless case

A lonely wanderer

Just a mountain, out to sea

 

And it’s with these grey hands

I came to understand

Life is more, then we perceive

 

The light never comes

From without

It only shines, from inside

 

The only things we see

Are just reflections of

How we want, them to be

 

And it’s with these grey hands

That I am letting go

Of everything, that I need