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Looking Glass
I'm running for the sake of motion.
My heart is chasing the highs
as my feet try to maintain balance during the lows.
I often wonder where the wild things grow.
Why does the moon look different every night?
I perceive my thoughts differently based upon the weather in the night.
I am jaded and have many cracks in my skin.
My light shines through.
But its pretty obvious I am unsure what to do.
So I ride out the storm
in hopes the weather after the disaster
is as beautiful as everyone is spinning me to believe.
One day I'll find what I'm looking for.
