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Those passing thoughts
In a world unknown to me
I see a place I cannot find.
I envision a home I have never lived in
with a family I have yet to meet.
I can't imagine these as signs
of what was before
or is to become
of me and my life.
I only see it as a sight.
A mere thought that passes through
Maybe I'm not looking into it
Maybe it's the meaning of (my) life.
Then again it could just be one of those
spasms of my brain.
A spasm of my brain.
I'll just put it with the others.