Nusquam directum (A Direction in Nowhere)

As I stare up, from the place where my feet are planted on the ground  I see a beautiful world circle around just outside of me  Beginnings and ends mend, and they all seem to happen at the same time  Never really getting to know before having to let go, something coming along  Ever change brought brings a new noteto the song and everyone gets played eventually  Our folks said that they didn’t stop the fire,but they sure blow and pour some gasoline  We stay moving to our rhythm in order to stay warm out in these spacious wilds  Make sure that everyone gets pushed along,we don’t have to live to close to burn each other  But close enough so that we can remind ourselves our immeasurable this world is   We stay as one not because we are the same,but because we are walking down paths into the direction   Of nowhere You don’t have to tell me that we are alright,because there was nothing wrong in the first place I had a thousand miles to remember a day far away in May,oh what I’ve seen, and not yet all.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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