The Meaning of It All
I had been there often
where time stood still
thinking how that nothing mattered more
not the busy streets
or the endless flow of people
chasing after dreams
while stray dogs slept
and beggars voiced their cries
I was captured by the moment
wondering to myself again
the meaning of it all.
Copyright © Jeff Burris | Year Posted 2017
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