searching for something to reach and find nothing to impeach-
then you look up into the sky, watching the stars fly by,
hoping one day you will fly high,
I don't know if my life is worth the cries, but I'm sure it's better than living a lie.
I remember seeing something nearby
but, at the time I was on standby,
and all my days were answers of 'why'.,
This shall too pass, and the crass shall dovine,
Maybe one day we will all learn to coalesce.,
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We will.
There's something about this poem.......maybe it's an answer passing.
i love this, it's gorgeous.
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