sinisterdragon321

Walking, Wondering

Walking, wondering

“Where do I belong?”

Not seeing, not hearing 

Can’t hear their calls

 

Walking, wondering

“What am I doing?”

Not feeling, just screaming

I suddenly fall

 

Walking, wondering

“When did I land?”

Not knowing, not thinking

That’s just who I am

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    The day will come when your walking and wondering will bring sounds to your ears for you to climb up into your new world and you know will know who you are.

    Andy



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