Restless, Lonely, Lost

She was a restless soul.

Always dreaming of greater things,

yes, greater than her being.

How beautifully her dreams would consume her,

leaving scars like footprints on her body.

Looking for something

in all the lost people.

Hoping,

wishing,

someday she’d find it

and be able to call it hers.

She was a lonely soul.

Always dreaming of greater things,

yes, greater than her being.

Patiently she’d sit by the window,

looking out over the empty street.

Just around the corner,

her future stretched out before her.

Just around a corner,

she’d be set free.

She was a lost soul.

Always dreaming of greater things,

yes, greater than her being.

How foolish she was

for not going around that corner,

for looking in the wrong people.

And how silly she was to believe

greater things came from someone else

than the one who made her.

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