The Possibility of Me

Is that what they’re drawn to?
The perhaps of what could be?
I know it’s all just falsehood
The possibility of me

They may search but find no answer
Travel much but cannot see
They’re wrapped up in their own selves
Not the possibility of me

Everyone needs something
To comfort them, to find their needs
I am just as lonesome
Trapped in the possibility of me

What may happen is the unknown
Where I may end up, what might be
I cannot see the future
Through my shroud of possibility

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