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Sitting upon many of thoughts, most of which are preconcieved,
i see my soul drifting upon many indecisive questions of which I cannot explain.

These days, bleak are they to me, for they seem to frown upon me.
If at all these riddles in the dark could be solved,
Then indeed all these thoughts would come back in all their lonliness.
You see right through me, like a transparent ghost, dwelling on the apprehension of the issue at hand.

These days, bleak are they to me
I know now that these thoughts and questions,
They are the many things that frown upon me.
As I collect my mind, I recieve answers.
They come to me, blowing in the wind as I sit silent.
My ghost like appearance withers away along with these preconcieved ideas.
I know now that I have seen the last . . . of bleak days.

Description
Sitting upon many of thoughts, most of which are preconcieved,
i see my soul drifting upon many indecisive questions of which I cannot explain.

These days, bleak are they to me, for they seem to frown upon me.
If at all these riddles in the dark could be solved,
Then indeed all these thoughts would come back in all their lonliness.
You see right through me, like a transparent ghost, dwelling on the apprehension of the issue at hand.

These days, bleak are they to me
I know now that these thoughts and questions,
They are the many things that frown upon me.
As I collect my mind, I recieve answers.
They come to me, blowing in the wind as I sit silent.
My ghost like appearance withers away along with these preconcieved ideas.
I know now that I have seen the last . . . of bleak days.