We can’t seem to get together
In this helter-skelter mix.
Pathways never quite converge
in
Often time it’s hill or
mountain
Blocking view, come between.
Even when we find a tunnel
Funneled miles without the
light.
Seeking grand and righteous
virtues
You fly high above my brow,
Teasing me to grab your wing,
to
Fly beside you on your quest.
But flying high above the
crowd,
Beyond the clouds, is not my
cup.
Grounded here on common soil,
I seek only happiness.
No doubt somewhere eons hence
Our kindred souls shall meet
again.
But for now we close our blissful
eyes and
Dream what might have been.
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