In late nights,
I can't help but wonder,
wander barefoot in my thoughts.
And I always arrive at the same destination,
the very same thought:
"better things
must await me."
There are worlds inside of me
that I have yet to discover.
There are lessons in my past
that I have yet to unearth.
I am still so young with
so much exploring left to do.
-looking in is looking up.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
