#1490-Eye
29/08/2021
When dead ahead,
Is a concrete wall.
When you look around,
And no one’s to be found.
When the sun burns,
Silence pierces,
Thoughts run in circles,
Chasing doubt,
Then better stop.
Turn, breathe, walk away.
There’s always a different path,
Than what appears to the eye.
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