One day I wondered about
The lost waiting to be found.
Why do all the thoughts crowd
Emitting echos in every sound?
They were lost in dreadful night
Or were alienated from my sight,
They were thrown in a careless moment
Or were snatched during the torment.
Were they the curves I crave for now
Or my carelessness forgone somehow?
Were they the treasured collections
Or were my collected anticipations?
Will I ever seem to find
All that was left behind?
Shall I start everything new?
And forget all that was due.
Maybe its time to move ahead
Forgetting all that was said.
Maybe the end marks the beginning
Embracing new worlds of dreaming.
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