Crowded Loneliness
Walking down a lonely road
Melody inside my head echoed
Passing by all sorts of people,
People passing by me, so strange yet simple
Imagine all the people walking by,
Not caring to notice, just staring blankly at the sky
Yet one of those people might know a secret,
One that you can't see, like a ghost or a spirit
Try going through this magic window
A window of light with curtain of shadow
The miracle of looking beyond the obvious
A land in your mind where creation is countless
Moving by and moving through
What's the difference? I don't know.
Copyright © Ioana Thornburn-Winsor | Year Posted 2012
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