Walking.
Alone by myself walking.
Just walking, and thinking.
Walking and pondering my existence.
Why, why am I here.
On earth, walking.
Walking with my cold hands in my pockets.
Eyes looking straight ahead.
Walking into my future.
Just walking.
Acid rain starts to pour.
But I keep on walking.
Just walking.
Me myself and I, walking.
All around quietness.
And darkness.
And me, just walking.
Walking.
No talking.
Just walking.
Walking.
Walking.
Walking.
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Author:
Wallace (
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Comments2
A very relatable expression, I think. Somber, but real. Nice piece! 😊
Thank you Ravenssongbird.
I sometimes feel like this. You’ve explained it exactly as I feel... I love it!
Thank you.
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