THROUGH THE BRIGHTLY LIT HALLS
I TRAVERSE
FEELING AS THOUGH I TOO SHOULD BE SMILING
THE DRAWINGS FROM THE PEOPLE THAT CAME BEFORE ME
SOME PLACES SCATTERED, SOME IN TIGHT UNIFORMED LINES
TELL STORIES I FEEL I HAVE LIVED
REMORSE, GRATITUDE, EMPTINESS AND JOY
STARING AT EACH PICTURE FOR SOME GLIMPSE INTO MY OWN STORY
CITIES DRAWN, PROUD STANDING, THEN BURNED TO THE GROUND.
AIRCRAFT BLAZING THEIR WAY INTO THE INFINITE, ONLY TO CRASH DUE TO RANDOM MISCALCULATIONS AND GRAVITY
HOW DOES SOMEONE DESCRIBE THEMSELVES TO OTHERS
IT'S SOMETHING I HAVE ALWAYS FALTERED ON.
WATCHING OTHERS I BELIEVE I CAN SEE THEM
DEVOURING THE TIME GIVEN TO THEM WITH RELISH
AND THE OCCASIONAL BUNCH OF FINELY CHOPPED ONIONS
WOULD I BE HAPPIER AMONG THE SHADOWS
I HOPE THE ANSWER IS NO
BUT AT TIMES I WONDER
AT TIMES I SEEK IT ALL
AT TIMES I TRAVERSE
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