Sometimes
It’s as simple as standing still
Looking out
With thoughts
Of where I am, who I am, and what I’m doing
It’s not always good, perfect or easy
It’s not always what I thought it would be
While simultaneously
It’s more than I hoped it could be
And while I stand
Looking out at what may be there
What I’m looking at
Or towards
Isn’t something I can see.
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