Always,
amidst a brooding crowd
Not alone, never alone
not a single moment of solitary thought,
pestering for attention
In the plethora of ruins
Clustered as usual in lack of time.
I wonder often to this state
What mysteries lie in the sweet
essence of thinking alone?
In the infinite boundaries of thought.
Always amidst a brooding crowd
Not alone, never alone,
Not a single moment of solitary thought
As mind seeks release.
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