i can't look over the horizon
but i know something is waiting
in the orange and red
that follows
the setting sun
something is there for me
i knew someone
who once wanted to swim across the ocean
cause he thought he could find
who he was meant to be
every time i pass by
a part of me believes
that somewhere
deep
deep
deep
within
me
and
you
there is something
waiting
to
be
let free
[This is a reposted edited version of a previous poem of mine.]
when all we have is spent–
what will we have left?
people once before us–
i walked down the street
the streets i once used to know
filled with regrets and heavy with burdens
of what once happened here
i walked down the street
a block or so down
I believe in god even though I may know he doesn’t exist
I know the mountains were not formed by him
Instead it is the science in the world
The reason we are here in this moment
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