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I really don't have a title for this. I did, but it doesn't match.

Flying high, wild. Spiraling back down to earth, and to reality

It is the way of us

We can only go so far before we come back down

 

For recognition, to stand out in a sea of automatons, each thinking they are the only true human.

 

No one can see another unless you can live inside that person

Crawl inside their head

Make a little home there 

 

See inside their soul

 

Is it cozy?

You can be nothing 

Another wave in an endless sea

Which builds then sets

Then dies

Nature

Reviews

[Shirlena]

This is brilliant Rosi and do you know how many poems I've written with title that didn't match? Girl more than I can count. Actually those are some of my favorites titles. EXCELLENT piece. I had to read again out of sheer reading indulgence.