Were my prayers spoken against a wall, aloud
Or were they treated like thoughts passing like a cloud?
I don't get why the window won't stay open,
If it had been any other way, I'd have been nerve-wrecked and broken.
There's a lot to learn,
I wandering long like the Arctic tern.
I don't get it, why has it been so long?
Is my seeking not strong?
I surrender, I have nothing left in me,
It's been a long time since I had that glee,
Of wisdom so profound,
That I could actually hear the cosmic sound.
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