I have not seen anything
I’ve looked and looked
But nothing, nothing.
My soul cries
Hoping to hear a answer
A answer for all these tears.
My feet do walk the world over
Treading, walking
Walking to find sacred ground
Where I can lie
Lie next to things that happened
Long ago, so profound.
Is this my journey’s life
A life lived seeking answers
Where answers are not to be found.
I hope, hope this is not
What will be
Will come to be around.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
The world turns, it goes
Then comes back around
No breath is taken
Except on its sacred ground.
The future is hidden
The past is the past
Nothing now will forever
Last.
Turning slowly, turning fast
The world is ours
Hold on
It’ll be a blast.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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