starting? ending? ******?
people look near but far,
we question our steps thinking if this is max,
begging for a start, end, or a ******.

we follow another, join someone in forever.
just to discover a sleepless goner,
a somnambulant spell into my eyes,
to find a caravan to my lover.

synchronicity events, enubilous vision,
ineffable thoughts, yet a utterance concision.
strong as an alcazar, but an ignoble,
you are still my confidant in where there is concordance.