eons...
In this world, nothing is coincidence
Every person you meet has already met you before
In the garden, collecting leaves
On the bed, reading fairytales
A thirteen year old little girl
Wearing the same jeans all her life
The country guitar playing in her head
The dog wagging his tail
Dying for you to listen to his tale
Lend an ear
Give a second
The world is a funny place to be
You’re looking now
And yet you don’t see
People around you
They have been there with you
For eons and eons.
Every person you meet has already met you before
In the garden, collecting leaves
On the bed, reading fairytales
A thirteen year old little girl
Wearing the same jeans all her life
The country guitar playing in her head
The dog wagging his tail
Dying for you to listen to his tale
Lend an ear
Give a second
The world is a funny place to be
You’re looking now
And yet you don’t see
People around you
They have been there with you
For eons and eons.
posted by Anirudh Goswamii at
11:26 PM
2 Comments:
Very well written, love the thought, and yes, the words...
I am taking the liberty to post this on FB with the proper references of course :)
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