Fallow 356

The sun is rising
The clouds strewn majestically
A chill in the air

A feeling so strange
Like everything is sold out
In storefronts of mind 

Something is missing
I no longer want to play
Like that long drive home

What if I just stopped?
Thought rattles around in mind
As words crash to page

Or if I just left?
Save divine intervention
Date already marked

Taking what I brought
Treasures which have been stored up
Or nothing at all

Maybe I stole them?
If someone laid greater claim
How could one proceed?

I would just walk home
Unheard whistle on my lips
Scene unseen in mind

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