Monday 16 November 2020

what is it ?

I seem to be chasing after sunsets
Running through twilight 
Into the dawn
Missing dusk

I seem to be swimming through oceans
Flying through the winds
Lusting after the moon
Always at night 

What is it I chase
When everything slips out of my grasp?
I seem to be chasing shadows at dawn
And ghosts at dusk

People 
People no longer have faces 
Their souls shine like stars
What am I looking for?

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