The woman we saw every day, never going anywhere but by foot
A mystery as dark when she roamed our lives continues in her sudden disappearance.
As old as the trees, but as confusing as life forms from another planet.
She burned a place in our memories. Of the loud silence that is made from taking life slowly.
Few of us saw the true look in her eyes. The searing voices of a history none of us knew.
A closed book. With a lock and no key. But perhaps that why she was walking. Trying to find the way to uncover the answers to her questions.
Cars driving so fast. So blaring in the streets. It leaves little time and room for the mind to tick.
Wheels turning in our head as quickly as they do on the road explains the answers in front of our noses we’re too distracted to unveil.
Buried within our history, or floating somewhere in our destiny, we’ll never reach them at this pace. The answers just can’t keep up with the questions. And we’re walking in circles when the answers’ within.
Where was she walking to and from?
I wonder who knows. But perhaps that wasn’t the point.
Maybe she found what she was looking for long ago past.
And kept it in with her through every step she took.
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