Untitled poem by Kieran Holland

   Sitting, Thinking
Not caught in the mire
   Sitting, Thinking
Everything’s on fire
   Sitting, Thinking
Your friends say goodbye
   Sitting, Thinking
When shall I die
   Sitting, Thinking
Your thoughts tend to roam
   Sitting, Thinking
Your mind feels like home
   Sitting, Thinking
Until the rising of the sun
   Sitting, Thinking
We are all one

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