let my home be my gallows
the return is bitter sweet
love which was lost and found again
a strange land and a strange time
im just the stranger, the traveller
away too long, people forget and time passes
only to come around again
a different season and different reasons
the past will haunt me street by street
eyes never quite making contact with what is seen
destiny is another word for destination
where you will be
who will you be with
mine lies at the beginning
and the end is the same place as the start
the lakes are large and cold
the sun does not give its light there
and all is desolate
damnation and ruin in every place hides behind things
your friends are also your enemies
the snow falls like a remnant of a bad dream
one you can never quite remember
I said once that I would never return there
yet now I will go there again
accursed and listless but yet renewed in one way
not all is lost when so much is found
happiness has many faces yet only one name
I say this
let my home be my gallows
because we all swing sooner or later.
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