the long thin day
The long thin day turns into night and I follow its path.
I let it weave my way, I go humbly along.
I go humbly along.
The long thin day is all I have,
the path through here,
the path though now.
My thoughts become stagnant as I search for new words.
And my mind turns over on an empty field --
seeking to sew its wares.
The long thin day spills into night -- I am not ready to be still.
I want something more from these hours.
Teach me more I pray.
Teach me more.
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