Why?
Well?
Why?
I want to know, why?
With a world on the go, with a never ending circle and an impossible number of trees to shelter under.
Why a day and a night with feet rooted in cement stops worlds colliding, stops wings being spread.
Not putting thoughts in mouths, no putting fingers on maps.
This isn't the deep dark wounds of a mind in transition.
I'm just asking questions.
Because If I'm not, then why?
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