Short phrases, feels like the March of years

It gets harder as time wears on
Pulled forward by obligation rather than desire
Unable to look beyond
To else but quiet

What other than peace could I desire
When fatigue rages through
Devourer of all but itself

Leaving black flame
To trace its way through veins
Last reckless journey
Back to the beginning

Back to the solace of dreams

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