I wander the world, searching for answers, answers to questions, questions unheard. I travel to lands, to see all that can be seen, then I begin to wonder, Will they miss me? This thought crossing my mind, over and over, repeating through time, then it stops. It stops and I say, they will not miss me, not this day, today I am out to see the world. TO SEE THE WORLD! I scream out, NEVER TO RETURN! I shout, but there is no one to answer, no one at all. I hear no talking, no screaming, no yelling, no birds chirping to the sunlit day, then I see, I am alone this way. Then I return, to the world left behind, and see nothing, nothing to find. Nothing to see, nowhere to be, just desolate plains, everywhere to be seen. I realize there was nothing, never a thing, it was all unreal, like some ill forgotten dream. By: Chris Musolf 10/2/98
Reason for writing:
Another bored day in school
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