Waiting for You Revised III

You don't awaken,

your real eyes while sleepwalking,

through lifes' long day


Missing your own story unfolding,

your left standing by yourself,

without anyone to see


the thickest of thieves,

don't share their bedtime stories,

forgetting about blood and coincidence


My Madness is howling amongst the Wolfpack,

wandering alone is my solace,

home is where I've been misplaced


Blessed are those,

who find their station,

and know that space is not distance far or near


But life is a struggle,

that's met with strife,

that hopefully you've left with right


All of me, and some of you, and only part of we.



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