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I walk...

Something keeps me walking

I can’t stop, going in circles

Background is redundant

Like an old cartoon

Faded colors, lost meaning

An obsolete soul in a new world

Through light and dark

Rain covers the stream of tears

The things that are left of my soul

I pass the old places,

The old faces

Wrinkled and withdrawn

Yellowed and frayed with time

Still I see nothing

Still I feel nothing

Blank, hollow, numb

I try to touch the things that I see

They are not mine

They are not really there

I try to touch you

You are not mine

You are not really there

You never really were

On a plane alone

The only thing that is mine

The only thing that is really there

My realm of darkness

Of loneliness

Nothing is really there,

But still...

I walk