My questions get lost in the answers.
My opinions transform with the facts.
My heart listens but never hears.
My eyes don’t see but believe.
My thoughts get lost in the world.
Life melts its own frigidity.
For things are not still but ever-moving.
It is midnight. An intersection of time, of light and dark.
I am waiting. The truth never comes.
It never will. Until I kneel, hands clasped and pointed
There is laughter in the halls,
voices that call my name.
But everything remains a beautiful same.
Where should I go?
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