nothing but clothes
and books piled
from floor to ceiling
a few blanks still
to be filled
with future ideas
filling pages before
they are seen
in the distance many stand
or sit behind screens
flashing pictures
some will always be
disappointed
when they finally open eyes
and see where they are
too late to wonder
what happened
kept on walking
can’t look behind
all the thoughts
had and could have had
if patience was really
involved
in any thoughts process
probably seeing the storm
but forgetting to enjoy the rain
steady mist may give way
to correct predictions
never know how right
until in the midst of it all…
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