Whatever...
Whatever the end
whether sudden or slow
I wonder where dreams
will suddenly go...
Somehow when I wish
for answers with sense
I drift into naught
and drown into dense...
Each day is the same
with whispers of more
drifting and lifting
outside of the core...
You say it again
in moments of now
and leave me believing
there's meaning somehow...
Joy Weare,
31st, October, 2020.
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