Introspection, a specialty of those who try to figure it out
from the comfort of their chair.
Extrospection, for those who prefer to learn
while wind whips through their hair.
Still, there’s beauty in knowing
no matter where one sits on this sphere,
That the other one can bask in the full moon’s light
and for a moment, once again feel near.
The sun and moon,
the planets and stars,
all cut through the sky
but leave no scars.
Inky black waves lap at the shore
ebbing and flowing like a writer’s pen
drifting from margin to margin,
again and again.
A muse, restless within you.
A man, restless without you.
A night, glowing in pale blue.
Problems, you easily sail through.
Inside or out
Head or heart
Doesn’t matter the role
Just play your part.
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