Do you ever just wake up
And wonder where you are
How you have gone here
And what you have become
When you look around
And notice how everyone
Has the same look as you
That lost look
People and things
Are not at
where they are supposed to be
Their souls are stuck in a matrix program
Which probably explains the lost look
They know
Their real home is at somewhere else
The sunset makes the whole busy city go golden and then blue
And then comes darkness
And the long nights that eradicate our doubts
for the authenticity of our existence
Then follows
the smell of freshly cut grasses
First cup of coffee in the morning
The blood-like red roses
That make us say
What a wonderful world
So we move our eyes away
From the mirror
The spoon we use to eat cereal with
Where we can see our own reflections
We move our eyes away from
The things which remind us
Of the questions we all have in mind
The authenticity of our existence
Or how much we try
To not dwell
on the lost look we all have
From time to time
Since before everything started
We talk and smile
with sadness and anxiety
in our subconscious minds
We see the skin the hair the fine array of people we interact
Trying to find meaning at the wrong places, on the wrong people
if you look closely enough
You will notice
the lost look we all have from time to time
For far too long
This was beautiful! I enjoyed reading so much!
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Awww thank you! Means a lot!
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I love the line they know they’re home is somewhere else. I know that where I am currently at is not where I’m supposed to be.
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Thank you so much! I hope you can find somewhere you can call home very soon. May you peace and happiness wherever you are.
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You’re welcome and I really appreciate that! 😃
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