But nobody understands me.
Is it too much to ask, for a simpler tongue?
Spaces are wide, with thoughts between them,
Streets are empty with no souls inside.
Till far away the city envelopes us,
Yet words are lost, before they reach the mind.
Autumn and Winter. Spring and Rain.
Come and go with no reason nor rhyme.
Where is the meaning, I ask sometimes.
Or is it too soon to expect that much.
Just then a sunflower, catches my eye.
And a leap of faith, I take.
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