I walked to the edge of a dark and lonely plain
And wondered if this could be worth living for.
Stood above all I knew in the middle of a pouring rain
And despaired of there ever being more.
A lone crow circled above
Croaking softly into that vast expanse,
Looking for its lost love
Or any sign of life, perhaps.
As I watched that lone Corvidae
I saw a mirror of my plight;
Whom I would become if I were to stay
And ponder too long this depressing sight.
I realized I wasn’t focused on what was right
Turned to walk the way from where the crow had come: toward the sunlight.
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