Searching For Something I Do Not Know

A world in which I try
to become me, not you
nor anyone else I may see Images appear
floating swiftly before my eyes
tumbling into a disguise I think why this, why that Searching for something I do not know
the grass remained green
trampled by the soul Wondering is a beautiful thing
Believing is even more Sweat dripped down the sun-drenched face
onto the earth Moistened is the soil
the meadows grow
flowers in bloom I emerge
side by side, the others a little below
looking onward, I reach skyward

by Garrett Beget

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