There is something


Some are happy to just


For others they know

they are more

What though

is the question


the answer is unknown

They know they are

not meant to be

what they are

But don’t know what they

are meant to be

It’s a paradox

Always on the mind

An itch that can’t be


We seek the answer to

the riddle

My Poetry

Simple Pilgrim View All →

Once Lost in Nowhere, then Perditus

Now just a Simple Pilgrim

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