Sometimes,
I am alone in the crowds,
where nobody notices
I am even there or asks to care,
as they pass me by with their grin layer.
In a bright daylights in the darkness
Surrounded with joyless happiness
In the long walkways of open road
in the attraction of magnetic fields
Yet no one is there to be found
To openly lend a hand;
All passing by
And saw not the tears I cry
As I see the smiles and the faces,
Standing alone on the parallel places.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
Sometimes,
I am alone in the crowds,
where nobody notices
I am even there or asks to care,
as they pass me by with their grin layer.
In a bright daylights in the darkness
Surrounded with joyless happiness
In the long walkways of open road
in the attraction of magnetic fields
Yet no one is there to be found
To openly lend a hand;
All passing by
And saw not the tears I cry
As I see the smiles and the faces,
Standing alone on the parallel places.
My mind is out of all the inks. Just can't sleep before I let this get out of my chest. It may need some work
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