Between one breath and the next
I wonder why I’m here
and what here really means
when everything keeps moving.
I look for answers in small things
a puddle, a cloud
a moment that feels too short to hold.
I see myself in them
but never quite clearly.
Some days I wish I were a stone
quiet and sure.
Other days, the wind
free, even if lost.
Maybe life isn’t a question to solve
but a feeling to follow.
Maybe it’s enough
to listen
to the quiet
between knowing and wondering.
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A new perspective presented in poetic form. Nicely written
Thank you for reading 🙏
You are most welcome.
Many think as you.
What's it all about, why do we wander for a time, then wander no more.
That is so true, thank you for reading 🙏
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