Strange Thing

For in this strange thing hidden inside, we’re all looking for a positive sign to brighten up. In the tapestry of truth, our thoughts intertwine.

I woke up to an inner voice,

 a shadow in the light,
Fading echoes of a sound,

shed away from sight.

In the corner of my mind,

 there’s a flicker, there’s chatter,
A world that’s crossed, 

but somehow still have a question mark.

It’s a strange thing, 

feeling like I was stuck in between,
seen and unseen, 

known and unknown.

the reality in the mundane,

with the supernatural theme.
It’s a strange thing, 

when the ordinary feels surreal,
Like a secret that’s revealed, 

something deeper to conceal.

The odd things happen for so long, 

a chill runs down my way,
Glimmers of a mystery,

 that I can’t quite define.
Voices in the silence, 

calling out for chatting,
Are they done what they are doing,

can they leave me alone?

 Every shadow holds a story, 

every echo has a sound.
In the corners of the twilight, 

where the stars align.
We’re all looking for the answers, 

in the flicker of constant change.
In this world of strange connections, 

we all should clarify truth from -

mysterious guesses.

 So if you feel that unusual experience, 

if you see that shadow play,
pay more attention to -

the strange and wondrous, 

let's make scientific reasoning .
For in this strange thing hidden inside,

we’re all looking for -

a positive sign to clarify.
In the tapestry of truth, 

our thoughts intertwine.

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