The street is dark,
all I can see is the slight amber glow,
coming from my heart.
It leads the way, through the confines of my chest,
through mist, rain and snow
it's always doing its best.
One day, while walking as always,
I spot a faint amber glow
moving around in rhythmic ways.
Could it be?
Another person?
Maybe he's the same as me!
But however far I go,
however far I run,
I get no closer to the faint amber glow.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 4:42 AM UTC
The street is dark,
all I can see is the slight amber glow,
coming from my heart.
It leads the way, through the confines of my chest,
through mist, rain and snow
it's always doing its best.
One day, while walking as always,
I spot a faint amber glow
moving around in rhythmic ways.
Could it be?
Another person?
Maybe he's the same as me!
But however far I go,
however far I run,
I get no closer to the faint amber glow.
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