SEARCHING
He sits alone in a crouded room, searching
searching for someone...searching for no one
he searches for himself amoungst the crowd
he hopes to find who he is....or who he isnt
he sees a man across the room
his eyes are vacant, clothes tattered
has the apperance of a somber sole heavy with guilt
guilt of lost love, lost life.....alone, now and ever more
his gaze strays from the vacant glare of the stranger
the rooms empty and he sits alone
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