One among a million,
And yet, why do I
Feel all alone?
Why do the beats,
Of a multitude of hearts
All around me,
Fail to ignite,
A spark of energy?

Why do some souls,
Drop down below,
Without an anchor
To hold on to?
Wandering this realm
Of perpetual blue,
Looking for a spot,
To rest a while, to stop,
And look in the eyes,
Of another soul,
Or perchance, a few,
And say,
“I’m glad I found
My home in you”

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