Can’t Help It

I can’t help but look to the night sky
The answers seem to be held hostage
In flaming balls of gas that may not even be there
I’m looking up into the past

The mind travels backwards and forwards
Ceaseless and relentlessly searching
For what? I still don’t know
“Be still!” I shout -only to my dismay
A cackle responds and echoes through a foray of endless melodies

Silence is so far away
But I can’t help it
I hold out for hope
One day


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