The Journal


The secrets of your work,
and the thoughts of your mind...
Your desires you impart,
your emotions are confined.
The details of your life
annotated with your pen:
Both happiness and strife,
all gathered in your den.
The sands of time may pass,
memories may become clouded
as you look in the hourglass
to the secrets now enshrouded.
The records of your thoughts eternal,
preserved forever, in the journal.

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