I used to like this
leaning against the door
listening to the motor sea
thinking not thinking
of a world with out of me.

It’s like hearing a prayer
out in every directions,
looking for answers.
So alive, so vibrant,
mixed with the symphonies.

The roars of the whirlpool
deafening yet unaware.
The fallen leaves are still.
The rain comes and goes.
Can’t I just be one of those?

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