As Simple As Standing Still

 

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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