Adrift
As the sun comes up and the words fall out, I watch their mouths move, they’re sounds I doubt.
The engagers persist as a breeze passes by, I wonder if there are smells in the sky.
Do my thoughts escape my wandering mind? The fields of dreams intertwined.
I often wonder, Do great ideas come to all? If we let them heed their call.
Do I miss what’s meant to be, If all I see’s what’s in front of me?
In time I find myself alone, My thoughts and dreams I keep on loan.
The sun creeps down and sails away. I’ll never know what they had to say.
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