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Wandering Thoughts

Poetry By: writersbug

Ruminations and endless patterns...over and over again, does it ever stop?

Submitted:Nov 9, 2011    Reads: 28    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   

If I lived a thousand years,

In a thousand diffent places,

Would it matter?

Would I have a purpose?

The names are different,

But the streets are always the same,

Hidden alleyways, suburban sidewalks, busy thoroughfares,

An interconnected grid leading to somewhere.

Leading to nowhere.

I walk past darkened houses,

Past empty businesses that were never really open in the first place.

Cars pass by, I can hear their engines.....

They growl, but I know they can't bite.

Falling leaves pat my shoulder,

Laying a blanket over the ground, waiting for the snow.

It's Wednesday, no Thursday...wait, Friday, it's Friday.

Does it matter what year it is?

Every step brings a fresh pain,

Another memory.

I stride...I stoll....I shuffle....I crawl....

My thoughts swirl inside my head,

Clouding my vision....

Each of them significant,

In an insignificant way.

Oh God, please....


Because there's a reason,

Something I'm searching for.....

It follows me, I follow it.

Around and around, possibly for all eternity.

I don't know what it is,

But its there, and I'll know what is only then.

When it's there, in front of me.

When it's there,

If it's there.


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