To be but a spec
A pebble in the pond
But a pebble that made ripples
A spec, like a flickering star
I like crisp, cool nights to look at the stars
With that deep longing to know
Am I alone in this universe?
Is everything truly tied together?
Do we only feel each other's ripples?
Sweet, sad, melancholy of a disconnected spirit
Can I reach out and touch you?
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