I don’t know where she is
her identity is a mystery
Have I seen her before?
there are no answers, but questions
I wonder when it will be time
I wonder if it will be time
then time wonders off without me
there is no need to look for her
because I don’t know where she is
there are no keywords to search.
For now, I save space and strive to live well
But I hope she is on her way
My thoughts are not always in order or clear. Sometimes they come out choppy no matter how I try to organize them. I think it’s better to leave them as is sometimes and let them settle on their own. Especially with this topic.