A piece of pie

I never saw a semblance

Of myself in what I dreamt,

I never saw a piece of that fine pie.

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I never thought the essence

Of what I knew I could give

Could ever find its way toward the sky.

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But find its way it did

And stay there it surely would,

The lightness in the dark reflects the night.

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And find its way it would,

A home, prior to, it hadn’t found.

Its firm surrounds would ward away the fight.

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It hadn’t thought of everything,

It hadn’t thought of me.

A surprise to all and sundry I saw there.

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It hadn’t thought my time was up,

It hadn’t dreamt of me.

To the gate it came, and with blue eyes it stared.

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“Go home,” it said, “it’s not your time,

You have so much to do –

They can await your ride toward the sky.”

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“Go home,” it said, “I’m warning you

They need you down there now.

Your character’s of use to them –

It’s serendipitous. Away, dear sir

And leave this place of mine.”