In The Dark

Here in the dark

I begin to wonder

If the mark is there

The mark I made not a minute ago

Because with the dark

Come the shadows

And with the shadows

Comes the doubt

Of things rock steady

Things we know

Things we remember

Things we sow

When everyone tells me

There is no mark

Then I say

There is.

Because I made it

Here in the dark

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