Time.:.
It was always hard to comprehend,
a mind like something else, weird, Unknown & foreign.
unknown to itself,
the wonderer runs across empty grass field,
looking for something to challenge.
running from someone,
fearful, melancholy, tactical, deadly
always trying to find solutions.
Never knowing why eventually.
A possibile history of a dying star is left to implode on itself.
leaving nothing, but faint specks of love.
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