A Tale of Certainties

Life is an empty shell
Waiting to be filled
The heart an empty tomb
Yearning to be willed
The soul an empty field
Virgin and untilled
With what we fill
With what we will
Behind each step
Lie the furrows we till
We do not look back
For if ever we should
Regret would smile to mock us
Our tears could turn a mill


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