what are we looking for?
the moment, after walking in the sand, when you step on solid ground and can walk again
the moment you finish a poem and can breath again
the moment you hear your favorite song on the radio
the moment the headache is gone and you can sleep again
i've always felt, if only i could sing, i could have this
could let everything out and let everything go
i've been going through things, hoping they would be the solution
and they were, for the time being
like the moment you can run in a dream
chasing the small conquests of preliminary culminations
after my thorough seeking,
nothing is the truth
and everything is
there has never been a right answer
to anything
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