Restless

I am the wind blowing

Aimlessly because I do not know where

I want to go.

I am the mother who

Yells because she knows why she is annoyed

But does not want to be questioned.

I am the man who follows the path

Without knowing where it will lead.

I am the murderer who kills

And is caught because he has

Nothing better to do.

I am the woman who

Lets her thoughts trail

Across a piece of paper because she is idle.

I am Restless.

 

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