Is There More?

Reaching high with eager eyes,

I look to the world above.

Am I alone? Is it just me?

Surrounded in solitude, or with love?

So much beauty, so much hatred,

So much yet to understand.

Is there more left to discover,

Or are we alone in this land?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem after a conversation with a friend whilst having a quick drink at our local.

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