Intuition

We are lost in crowded cities
Seeking a dear face among others
Like a sip of ever gone memories
Who is the poet who is the muse among us

Use your intuition
Deep sense of right and wrong
Forget about superstition
This night will hit to the core

I know where this path goes
Lost between the roads and those
Who’ve never believed in fate
I know this feeling, this state

Every word is written, every song is sung
All the prayers I’ve sent with the wind
Forgetting myself in the moment undone
I lose the path back to the real

Don’t give me heart, don’t give me hope
We are going around the world
Seeking ourselves in cascading starfall
Don’t give me dreams, I long for the one forevermore

We seek truth and trust
Finding the way through the darkness
I don’t like empty promises
They always turn to dust

Even so far among burnt stardust
Dwells one of us
Walking among ashes and bombs
Never feeling truly lost

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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