I stand, I stand?
I just stand there
With ease waiting
Waiting, waiting?
Just waiting for something
What is it that I must wait?
People, crowds past in my line of sight
I feel drifting away
By the breeze of their talks
Makes me want
To scramble and hide
And, and, wait solitarily for that moment
Moment, moment?
What moment am I waiting for?
I see no point yet I see a light
O the irony of it all
Never changes, never ceases
Solely for the purpose of living
Living, living?
What does living means
Is it to breath the first
Or to die the last?
Capricious life I have on this earth
I am like a breeze
Breeze, breeze?
How did I become a breeze?
I wasn't a breeze before
Or am I?
How would I know...
I am drifting apart
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Piety, Faith, Allegiance: A Soliloquy
EspiritualWhen you see other people through their perspectives and reach their souls, you will see the heart they have and how wounded it has been. Maybe you may think of your own battles harder than others but as for them, it is hard to handle too. It's all...
