Fruitless Spirits

Ten days have passed me by

Life seems like one quick flash

I try to find the time

Trying to look back

The fact remains the same

It’s hard to differentiate monotonous, dark days

The light fading from the moment

Obscuring all that was, like a spirit, cold and potent

I know it, vaporous and fruitless

Grasping at the past is often rather useless

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