Looking out the window.
I see a star.
Waving through the emptiness.
Without knowing its destination.
Many of us would think.
That this isn't real.
What happens to those.
Who believe it.
Through and thorough.
Whichever you want.
But it all comes.
Crashing down.
Upon a merciful.
Indeed, you'd know.
How comes it's not?
When it's supposed to?
Living through the gardens.
Of a life.
What's to expect?
From this horrible memory?
Dashing towards it.
You know the consequences.
Knowing everything.
When it's nowhere.
....nowhere to be seen.
I see a star.
Waving through the emptiness.
Without knowing its destination.
Many of us would think.
That this isn't real.
What happens to those.
Who believe it.
Through and thorough.
Whichever you want.
But it all comes.
Crashing down.
Upon a merciful.
Indeed, you'd know.
How comes it's not?
When it's supposed to?
Living through the gardens.
Of a life.
What's to expect?
From this horrible memory?
Dashing towards it.
You know the consequences.
Knowing everything.
When it's nowhere.
....nowhere to be seen.
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