I wander these crowded streets
Foreign, reserved, and alone
A past memory never repeats
Distant, concealed, and unknown
My eyes recollect the places
But the places appear much older
My heart will connect to the faces
But the faces appear far colder
The strangers will pass me by
Ordinary, humble, or proud
Their voices will laugh and sigh
Composed, quiet, or loud
I walked once through this door
But the door remains never open
I felt belonging here once before
But the before remains now broken
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
I wander these crowded streets
Foreign, reserved, and alone
A past memory never repeats
Distant, concealed, and unknown
My eyes recollect the places
But the places appear much older
My heart will connect to the faces
But the faces appear far colder
The strangers will pass me by
Ordinary, humble, or proud
Their voices will laugh and sigh
Composed, quiet, or loud
I walked once through this door
But the door remains never open
I felt belonging here once before
But the before remains now broken
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