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 that 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 between,
seen and what’s unseen, 

the reality in the mundane.
It’s a strange thing, 

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

something deeper to conceal.

Footsteps in the hallway, 

a chill runs down my way,
Glimmers of a mystery

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

calling out my name,
Are they visions of the past, 

Or  am I just 

  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 change ,
In this world of strange connections, 

we all should lift the world forward.

 So if you feel that unusual experience, 

if you see that shadow play,
pay more attention to the strange and wondrous, 

let's do things right.
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.

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