I wonder what it's like to be so ghostly
that the color blue doesn't calm your soul
that a empty beach doesn't propel you into tranquility
i wonder what it's like
to never take a breath of fresh air
and only to take shallow, superficial breaths
as your body floats beneath the joys of life
and submerges itself underneath a pile of rubbish
that takes on the name called life
i just wonder
I wonder what it's like to be vile
that the greenest of grass
doesn't make your knees buckle
and your heart light and fluffy
like freshly whipped meringue
on a hot summer day
i wonder what it's like
to meet the sweetest of souls
and leave even them with the sourest of tastes
oh
i wonder
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sonder
Poetrythe realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.
