Where Excuses Go to Die

Beyond the world of you or me,
Beneath a deep cerulean sky,
A future there does us await
And we will find it, by-and-by

For now, the road that we are on
Is wet and bare in winter’s gaze;
There’s lifeless gray in everything
That flickered feebly with the holidays —

But I know something you may not
About life’s cold delusive ways:
It tires easily with things,
The sport with us it all-too-often plays —

Beyond the pain we cannot flee,
The ocean sings its lullaby:
And we will wander there, one day,
Beneath a deep cerulean sky

And lay our troubled burdens down
To sit beside us in the sand:
For where excuses go to die
We all must do
The last things we
Had planned

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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