Missing Pieces
Today I thought
I could sail the sea
To find what I thought
Was missing
Or something
Or someone I thought
I had been missing.
I thought I was about to board
The great searching ship
and
be away for a season.
maybe permanently change course,
And never to return.
People and places
Laughters and dances
Could make one forget
For a moment...
only a moment.
Still,
Thoughts of finding
The missing pieces
Always stay.
Thoughts. They never sleep, I think.
Young thoughts they were once
old thoughts now they seem,
as some exhausted dreams.
Maybe,
thoughts have their own way
of aging, too.
But, never i imagine they die.
For one single thought could lead
To a myriad of them.
Endless.
Unending.
They have a soul and seem to feel.
For thoughts have a heart to feel.
And hearts, too, have minds to think.
The windows to the soul.
Or they go numb, nonetheless.
Maybe, that's why they age
like people
who grow old,
shriveled with time.
In the beginning,
And on the journey
It may hurt
with lots of tears and a trembling soul.
to feel.
With a hope that
the end will surpass
the long tearful pilgrimage
To become.
With your thoughts.
With your feelings.
But the missing pieces remain the same
Until I find them piece by piece
The answer is uncertain.
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