You seem lost
Whenever I encounter your presence
No matter if you’re in the center of civility
Or the most savage of circumstances
Wandering in the midst of a world
Obsessed with being found
You roam
In between the most extreme of situations
Trying to join this crowd
Who claim to be found
To belong
Yet, I wonder why you would wish to be normal
Perhaps I haven’t been clear
Watching you go through your journey
Seeing these valleys you traverse
Entranced in your delicate balance
I wished you knew this:
You have a place
It’s not much
Simple structure, empty space
With no sign of anyone previous
But still one I would show to no other
Perhaps my hesitation lies thus
In the mystification of why you would accept this place
I do hope you know, however
That it will remain
A small oasis in the midst of the desert you travel
Forever undisturbed
For if you never find such a place
To take shelter
From the storm that rages around you
There will be one awaiting
Next to me
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
You seem lost
Whenever I encounter your presence
No matter if you’re in the center of civility
Or the most savage of circumstances
Wandering in the midst of a world
Obsessed with being found
You roam
In between the most extreme of situations
Trying to join this crowd
Who claim to be found
To belong
Yet, I wonder why you would wish to be normal
Perhaps I haven’t been clear
Watching you go through your journey
Seeing these valleys you traverse
Entranced in your delicate balance
I wished you knew this:
You have a place
It’s not much
Simple structure, empty space
With no sign of anyone previous
But still one I would show to no other
Perhaps my hesitation lies thus
In the mystification of why you would accept this place
I do hope you know, however
That it will remain
A small oasis in the midst of the desert you travel
Forever undisturbed
For if you never find such a place
To take shelter
From the storm that rages around you
There will be one awaiting
Next to me
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