All.
The mindless purchases
The green leaves we inhale
The uncontrollable laughter
The never ending sky scrapers
The musicians in the street
Do not change the fact.
That we are all alone
We have all been used up
We cannot measure up.
That we were not present
The day the obscurity faded.
However, they remind us.
That our souls remain alert.
Striving for revival.
May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 3:05 PM UTC
All.
The mindless purchases
The green leaves we inhale
The uncontrollable laughter
The never ending sky scrapers
The musicians in the street
Do not change the fact.
That we are all alone
We have all been used up
We cannot measure up.
That we were not present
The day the obscurity faded.
However, they remind us.
That our souls remain alert.
Striving for revival.
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