The traveler

Thy head may hang towards the ground
Filled with thoughts of six feet down
But the sun does hang above thy head
So I lay my concerns below thee instead
Perhaps thoughts may turn to the dismal and grave
But the beat of ones heart will stay
Within thy chest
Among the air that thy shall breath
And it shall do till these heavy eyes
Do meat the see

-c.j beamish

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