48. Deviating from the Origin: Mother

What a mystery
How we're all the same
Yet, when deviated, we're insane
All born from a big bang
All is a form of the one
A child of origin

But we feel so separate
Nothing but emptiness
Sinking into our minds
The void of our love
Unity's all but gone
When we see none
But the judgement's
Of being no fun
How can this be undone?

We look about
Spiteful eyes gaze around
Looking for a complaint
How we're not the same
Nothing but separation

There's a split in our hearts
We aimlessly wander the dark
As we miss our mark
When we break apart

Our dreams are amiss
Nothing's left
But a lifeless kiss
From deep loneliness

Unable to find a place called home
We walk about these vacant streets
Containing nothing we need
Just fruitless comfort
As we search for a place to stay
Just running away
From mothers call

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