Looking the other way

I read the words
that others sing
in their heads
then press to paper
seeking always
seeking for a truth
I must
discover for myself
hoping I will chance
upon  the overall
design of life spelt out
with a tight turn
of phrase, a random comment
helping me count
the rhythm of
my  days empower  me
to sense the
reason for us being here at all

it stares me in the face
as I look
the other way.
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