Empty space, Empty time
What once was yours now is mine
Forgotten thoughts and carelss words
Make this into a life absurd
Round and round this spinning orb
Choices made, made before
No room for growth or something new
Imagination lost, lost from view
When lie is truth and truth is lie
No longer taught to question why
When who am I has no meaning
We are taught to doubt our very feelings
So round and round this spinning orb
Trudging through a life absurd
But at least we can see we are not alone
Each of us missing home
Or something once that felt alive
Something we could say was mine
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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Comments2
A fine write as a poem Crow.
Thanks Orchi
If you stop trudging around your world and stop for a moment clarity will come to you and your life ahead will be there for you to enjoy.
Andy
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