Where The Retired Things Are

I’m looking for the wild things
But finding only retired things
The ocean is timeless
Except for the timing of the tides
My thoughts are mindless
But they are the only thoughts
That are on my mind
The universe is vast
Though not big enough
To contain the past
I’m looking for the fine things
But finding only worn out springs

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