I cannot guess,
though the thought occurs,
I’d like to know,
yet I am left inside my mind,
a wanton desire,
inside this world a yearn
to find a seer
might bring her spirit near.
I walked around tonight
inside a world of windows
wondering about
the people, each other’s lives
the purpose inside
their own regard.
I couldn’t answer
any questions anymore.
I walked outside and felt the rain
same as everywhere,
the tears of summer.
I wondered
about romantics in the breeze
might they feel and yearn
the same, reminders
of what is love in our world.
I walked inside again sad face
there wasn’t magic in my pace.
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