Hidden Commonality
If we all want what we can't have,
How is it that
There's any happiness
Anywhere?
How can you just stop
Looking for that thing you never found?
Or does it really end?
Do they play pretend?
Is everybody secret-searching
Hoping they can stop the hurting
Now
Somehow?
I love to see all those blank faces
Passing me in simple places
I go everyday.
Maybe there's a way
To get inside a person's mind
And fill all of the emptiness
Before you're empty too.
It's a race against time;
I think that I might die.
Do you feel the same way?
That's step one.
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