Oh, how obscure life can become,
it seems that change is slow;
Yet sometimes I turn around,
and see that everything has changed.
Or is it my own perception.

I know that this life I live,
is unique; but how unique can it be
in a swirling sea, of billions of lives,
travelling in much the same circle?

Few things inspire me now,
perhaps a true story of undying love
or even the sad news describing the despair
of yet another lost soul; today's front page.

The way he avoids eye contact with me,
when ever I gain the courage
to turn my gaze in his direction;
yes, that is indeed inspiring to me.

But that is just another poem;
from just another of my worlds.

(c) Leanne Elliott

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