To Wait In Dreams
Ivan Carlo Arrojado Basit
In deep search my soul unrests,
A hollow feel I sense within.
There’s something here I know I lack,
What it is, I cannot deem.
I run far out, set off my quest,
Though I know not where to begin.
My feet tread forth, again, and back,
And around in circles I have been.
To my weary, I find a path,
To where it leads, a
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