Scraps of Peace

A thousand lives

pass by thirty-thousand and six feet below

and yet I think it’s me

wasting away

 

because for every mile passed,

I’m less than a minute older

and yet a lifetime closer

to the places imagination takes us.

 

In this moment of muted melody

I come by scraps of peace

and, in moments of cadence by creed,

I keep my promise to never let the symphony cease.

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