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A Wandering Soul
My soul wanders into places unknown, Barren, what happened to the seeds sown? Plenty of sunlight and rain, still nothing grows. Leaves start to fall as a cold wind blows. I wander within, reality and dreams, Reality bites, or so it seems. Realizations of things yet to come, Dreams are the source, where they are from. The world is in color, I remain black and white. First comes the sun and then there is night. Circles of life my soul wanders through, Colors paint pictures of all that I view. It’s been raining for days, it won’t relent. I see time pass and then wonder where it went. I see a reflection in a puddle on the ground, Perhaps my mind is too tightly wound. I try to fix a hole where the rain gets in, But the rain has soaked in below my skin. I reflect upon times spent in the sun, But I’ve hopped within, the web I spun. Still my soul wanders, looking for a place. It all disappears, without leaving a trace. My mind grows numb from all these thoughts, While my soul searches, it is tied up in knots.
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