Everyone
who ever listened to
The
many questions in their head
Who
sat alone surrounded by
The
living memories of the dead
How
was it that a fleeting moment
Could
give rise to great ideas
Tripping
up on stumbled notions
From
tense reluctant volunteers
Wandering
voyages of nomads
Bringing
bearings based on change
Where
moving on prevailed upon
All
pastures new to rearrange
Things
unknown may not be there
Hidden
secrets are not shy
It’s
not a case of what or where
But
forever wondering why
Based on my 'Mini Muse' Secrets
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