His head in the ground.
Wishing he could be reborn again.
Seeking for another feel of mother's loving touch.
Engaged in quests that never mattered much.
The love was there.
But he never cared enough to make it real.
Hanging from a root and seeking core.
Disregarding all the living flows.
Reaching for an afterglow
he'd never really earned.
Within the ground.
Peace within the coffin that he found...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home . . .