Nowhere
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Whose face is this?I recognizeThe steely glare within his eyesHe is a man who truly triesBut he doesn't realizeThat I am standing steady hereThe words I say don't reach his ear
My course is set for an uncharted sea
with waves unkept and no one watching me,
is a line I wrote when I saw no path but didn't care
because I thought I could just flow through the breeze.
You have consumed my thoughts.
How are you?
You have become a part of my daily routine.
Should I text him?
You drive me crazy.
Why hasn't he replied?
I think I am becoming depressed.
Stretching on and on
For miles and miles
Everything pure white
And dull gray
And dirt brown
A path of gravel
Your footsteps echo
In the silence
By themselves
Nobody else
Nowhere
Traveling here from somewhere
Wanting to be something from somewhere
Knowing someone from somewhere
Where are you from?
I'm from somewhere
Everyone wants to be someone.
Everyone wants to be known.
Easy. As if.
You got the money?
The attitude?
The name?
Here's a secret though.
Sometimes.
Let's just hope the future talks, and in our thoughts we won't get lost.
Now we're finally jarred at last from our dark and unforgiving past.
I see me and you see you,
two different people made a new.
I am on a road to Nowhere
Nowhere
at
all.
Is there anyone else alive or is it just me?
I question myself if any one is out there at all...