I do not understand many things, I suppose most people do not but are not likely to admit that they just do not know.
Searching, you seem to be, searching.
For what you have lost,
what you once held dear
Your muse has fled because you
have become complacent
You have forgotten life
you are trapped
snared
entangled
Struggling to be free
I hope this never becomes my life, you know so much supposedly and yet look where you find yourself. I know so little that I still experience wonder and fascination in the universe. I am so happy that my feet do not always touch the ground because I would hate to lose all my hope, passion and vitality.
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