I see the sun’s rays form a shell of yellow
And in distant dreams it’s a light I still follow
Along rough-hewn paths and village streets
To age old mountains and spectacular peaks
With nothing more than a comforting weight
Of known destination and a sense of fate
For days at a time simply lost in a walk
That for chance would be no more than a thought
As dreams slip away a shell can still be seen
A reminder on my wall that shell will forever be

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