Wandering slowly down the road...
Watching the fireflies.
They don't search for glory either.
Do they ponder existence?
Do they know I watch them?
Idly wondering...
Unsure
But flying still.
I chart my own path,
Wandering
Slowly
I have no real destination.
But,
Do you mind world?
If I try?
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2 comments:
Oh goodness, I know this feeling! Thanks for writing a beautiful poem about it!
this is cool. it's clear and like Sheila says, it's a feeling many of us can relate too. :)
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