Field of Wildflowers
Wandering through city streets.
Random thoughts flooding my brain.
Surrounded by so many people.
Yet, here I am alone.
Do they see me? Am I even here?
Where are they all in such a hurry to go?
Somewhere?
Anywhere?
Nowhere?
Do I have a destination?
Does it matter?
Can I escape from it all?
Can I wake up in a field of wildflowers?
Can I just be?
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