I wander too easily.
I slip into tangents with no cause.
I would rather keep moving.
I watch the passing waves.
I don't care for staying still.
I let my fingers rap against every possible surface.
I let my feet move me.
I love hearing you at night next to me.
I would rather the day begin without me
I will catch up with it later.
Stop looking
for that
deeper
truth.
They get you
confused
telling you
where to look,
believing it could never
be near.
Could it be
so obvious
that we miss it
everyday?
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