I feel lost without a chance of finding home.
Left in the dust and vanished.
Looking for hope,
Have i found it?
Maybe i'm where it once existed.
I've been a ghost on a perpetual sidewalk of endless crowd.
Crowded in solitude.
My feet hurt,
My back is tired from carrying my thoughts in a rusty oil drum
Strapped to my shoulders.
And my soul is restless.
Paint me,
I want color.
Show me that this
Dream isn't endless.
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