We're wandering randomly in suffocating throngs,
So painfully aware of how little we belong.
And the funny thing is, we're all unaware,
That we're just as lost as everyone else there.
We're all in the way, we're all being blocked,
The doors we wish to pass seems always locked
By others there, or that's how it appears.
Thinking this, we forget the paths we can clear.
Mistaking worthless wants for vital needs,
Thus forgetting possible and simple good deeds,
In this absent blindness blocking another's path,
Shrouded by the mists of aimless wrath.
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Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
