searching.
I am empty.
I have not loved,
I have not learned.
I search and search and
s e a r c h .
The land is green and I am empty.
The skies are blue and red and grey and black
And I
Am empty.
The words they spoke
will still
b u r n,
the lies i told
will still
h a u n t me,
but
Life goes on and the
Sun rises.
The sun sets.
The stars still shine,
The rain will fall,
And i will still be
S e a r c h i n g .
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