Found you
Found who?
Nothing and no one despite searching every crowd.
Searching for the songs I sang softly to the children in the night
I couldn’t say any thing isn’t about anyone
And I still see them
Hiding underneath the going of every day life
Reading silently to log for later
The preparation for what comes
What comes and what may
That nothing is glued together in the twisting changing future
And yet everything else is on such a clear trajectory
Doesn’t that seem odd
Things just don’t ignite the way they did before
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