Something In The Air

There is something in the air

Weightless and yet carries the burden of the world on its shoulders

Something that knows me and yet knows all living things from the past to the present

Asks questions and already knows the answers, knows where the last piece will go before starting the puzzle

The air stirs and moves on me and although I do not run I stand there thinking that although I'm not that brave I am still standing here and I still havent cavedd in

I wish that I could have the answers but I will have to settle on the endless silence

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