If I lived a thousand years,
In a thousand diffent places,
Would it matter?
Would I have a purpose?
The names are different,
But the streets are always the same,
Hidden alleyways, suburban sidewalks, busy thoroughfares,
An interconnected grid leading to somewhere.
Leading to nowhere.
I walk past darkened houses,
Past empty businesses that were never really open in the first place.
Cars pass by, I can hear their engines.....
They growl, but I know they can't bite.
Falling leaves pat my shoulder,
Laying a blanket over the ground, waiting for the snow.
It's Wednesday, no Thursday...wait, Friday, it's Friday.
Does it matter what year it is?
Every step brings a fresh pain,
I stride...I stoll....I shuffle....I crawl....
My thoughts swirl inside my head,
Clouding my vision....
Each of them significant,
In an insignificant way.
Oh God, please....
Because there's a reason,
Something I'm searching for.....
It follows me, I follow it.
Around and around, possibly for all eternity.
I don't know what it is,
But its there, and I'll know what is only then.
When it's there, in front of me.
When it's there,
If it's there.
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