as i sit
on this road;
without another soul
for miles
back and forth
i throw out a question
in this multiverse
of ethereal
beauty, knowledge
and wisdom;
'am i lost?
or just lonely?'
Do i not know where to go?
or i have nowhere to go?
Do i not know what to say?
or i have nothing to say?
Did i do something wrong?
Or is there something wrong with me?
Am i on the lonely road?
or just a wrong road all together?
Will i ever find the way?
or there is no way?
Am i really lost?
or just lonely?
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Empyrean: Where Worlds Fly High
诗歌empyrean/ˌɛmpʌɪˈriːən,ˌɛmpɪˈriːən,ɛmˈpɪrɪən/ noun the highest part of heaven, thought by the ancients to be the realm of pure fire. | Collection Of Poems| Let me write you a beautiful picture; Take you high, Take you low. Show you what word...
