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(What is it with me and shades of this or that color?)
my mind wanders
aching
searching
the grass is always greener...
what would satisfy
fill the void in me
longing without purpose
desperate
reaching franticly
for what?
a glimmer
just out of reach
what holds me?
my chains are strong
self-forged and cruel
I struggle to be free
on the horizon
a storm builds
obscuring clouds
a parody of self
slim and steady
a breaking shaft
of soft light
my aching heart
longing for release
the search is ended
filling the void
my wanderlust
satisfied
and so it seems
upon further inspection
that my grass
is just the right shade of green
David Moore
------ 'But I don't want to go among mad people,' said Alice. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the cat. 'We're all mad here.'
Lewis Carroll
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