Somewhere Beyond My Thoughts..
Me sitting in the class,
seeing windows through the glass,
thinking, what do I do now?
Seeing mountains up above,
thinking, what do I do now?
The teacher speaks, the clock moves slow,
but my mind is somewhere I don’t know.
A hundred dreams, a thousand doubts,
I keep wondering what life is about.
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The world keeps moving, so do I,
yet sometimes I just watch it pass me by.
Maybe I don’t need to know somehow,
maybe I’ll figure it out someday —
but what do I do now?
I look outside, I take a breath,
there’s still a road I haven’t left.
The mountains stand, so calm, so proud,
and somehow they seem to tell me now:
You don’t need to know where you’re going,
you just need to take the next step.
Suggestion from poet — Hear this song while reading this poem to amplify its deep connections
-“Past Lives” by sapientdream
