Leaving Home

But alas,

Things go as they always do.

Things go,

As they always do.

Nothing gold can stay

And though I am not gold,

I cannot stay.

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I laugh, yet I bleed these shades of crimson blindness. Where is my reward?

Will this away: the heedless noise, the shifting of the silver tides. Embrace the mountains far aloft with clouds encircled, fair and...

Is it we who look up to the stars? Or do they gaze up toward us?