from Ithaca, to Ithaca

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I know,
as the clock ticks away
and the seconds pass on
out there in the dark gorges of Cayuga
Nothing will happen.

And even it will,
how might it really change
the lives of many displaced
centuries back by men of spears
with no concern for tears

And yet, i yearn,
crossing through those hills
into an old tower, sitting atop
passionately hoping,
that perhaps..

Cayuga is listening
and the gorges will open up
and take me on
as i continue my journey
from Ithaca to Ithaca..
beyond your silent tears.
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