Start, then stop.
Without the reason of thought.
We simply wander away,
Past battles long fought.
Passions are dimmed,
The headiness of zest,
Simply grow cold,
As motion begets rest.
You never mean to leave,
Or give up on dreams,
It's just the rigors of life,
As they pull at the seams.
I didn't want to quit.
Didn't mean to give in.
Sometimes it just happens,
Begone before we begin.
End of Line.
Gerrad!
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