#1508-Stones

Foreign words,

Number out of place,

Date unknown.

Memories,

Looking for a home.

Maybe they’ll find one,

Who knows.

Hope adorned.

Maybe tomorrow though.

For now,

It’s the unknown,

Like tomorrow.

So, we plug along,

Watching days go by,

Spending sleepless nights,

Looking for answers,

When questions

Haven’t been asked.

Just thoughts,

Drifting through clouded minds.

Clarity carved in stone.

Searching for a listening soul.

As people walk by.

Staring blankly to the sky.

Looking for a tomorrow,

That’ll be different,

But likely won’t.