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When will it all make sense

What will be the sense to make

Is it me who is blind

Is it the world who is hiding

Am I to hold the present

Or leave my hands open

To grasp the future

Should I accept what I do not understand

Or could there be another

Another soul connected in sprirt

Seperated by distance

Trapped in the lonliness

Unable to make sense