dead poets (dead_poets21) wrote,
dead poets


sometimes when its cold
i ll turn up my collar
and face the wind .
stale cigarette burning in my hand
im wandering
cant i stand
chilled breath,chasing my shadow
where am i going
i dont know
sometimes we wander
never noticing each other
never knowing the pains,gains,doubts of another
lifes full of answered prayers,waiting to send
maybe will meet someday where the sidewalk ends
i passed by
and i noticed theyre torn
lost,the face never innocent
stagnant insecurities
never knowing ,or ever growing
out of themselves
and i still chase my shadow
and as to where im going i dont know
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