Lost
seeking what isn’t there
longing to live my own life
not yours.
Alone
There’s a crowd here
but you don’t feel me
nor I you.
Waiting
for the right moment
to break free.
Not yet.
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My inner poet begs to be set free. Some of these musings are old, some are new; some observed, others lived. Enjoy.
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