Poem 22

like I’m supposed to know


Do you know how the world just feels really big sometimes and small other times?
Like, where does that feeling come from?
Where are its roots and why do we feel that way?
It’s not like I want to solve something so abstract;
I just want to know  why sometimes we’ll feel so lonely and another time, so crowded.
I’m like that many days. I start missing things,
but before I know it, I’ll want to be alone again.
It’s not being bipolar,
at least I don’t think so because everyone has felt this way before…

I just want to ask someone with an old soul,
someone who’s seen life twice, or
someone who’s been there and done that
about everything I’m confused about.

But everyone is confused about life.


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