The Near

Surveying the land
It takes you by the hand
For hours you stop and stand
What was the plan
This was the plan

Grazing in the sun
Your life so far has won
For you there is just one
You are not done
The quietness of none
It stirs you and you run

The steering to the rear
The tempting of the steer
The rising of the fear
Is drawing to the near
It soon will clear
It soon will clear



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Wynn
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