Out of body, and given wholly to mind
A nexus for life and time to bind
Again that distant figure walks away
So many times
Yes so many I’ve given chase
Only so that it may increase its haste
But now my being here I lay
I stay until it finally fades
Gone
And I’ll pursue no more.
Was I ever meant to catch it?
Who knows?
Yet still this figure comes and goes.
Neither looking nor speaking
It invites me not.
And I’ve cast it entirely out of thought.
Or so I say.
Tediously marching in endless space
It once seemed to have a familiar face
Though the eyes were always blank and empty.
Why then do I still wonder?
Where It may lead me if I follow
This silent figure with eyes so hollow.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is an old poem that I for some reason never shared here. Just something to share while I'm working on my next new one.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
Why chase or search. Just accept. Let there be no 'why'.
As I do, but there will always be that wonder in the back of your mind.
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