Do you ever sit and wonder what they’re doing now
Asking all the questions
The why the when and how
Going all directions
Up down back and forth
Wandering east and west of it
Going south and north
Looking in my pockets
For the change to make a call
Wanted to say sorry
For the madness of it all
The games of mind
The hurting soul
Times unwind
What to gain from all the pain
All the whys beneath the sky
What’s left is need for help
The yelp the prayer
It’s rare that love and lovers
Are lonely only
Looking in my mind
for a call to make the change
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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