What there has, that here is not*
When I become calm and see what I can
I do my best to understand
That it seems distance confuses me
To wonder what is beyond and why I do not see
There has to be something that this is true
It knows without knowing in what it knew
I can only turn it around and see deep within
That only knows of this place again and again
But I guess I will keep on pondering in faraway "thoughts"
One day quit seeking this in which I have sought
To know that it was foolish and time was wasted
To touch what is here instead, no longer future tasted
Dom*Colucci 2013
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