A Passenger.

The morning dew awaits you all night

Put your bare feet down, will you?

A gazillion stars have silence to share

Look up for a while, will you?

Tangible dreams are strewn across the lazy mind

Tie them in a knot, will you?

Brush off the fear of morbid existence.

Pace forward at your own cadence

Be a passenger, set off on a journey.

And meet me someday,

Under the mistletoe, will you?!

For I have outshone the glint of dew

For I have rested in silence of the stars

For I am a passenger,

I carry my tangible dreams

Trail my path,

And I will be your harbinger.

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