Out Here

it never ends;

this longing,

this desire,

this hunger;

this all consuming

consumption;

it defines who you are,

it determines

what you become,

it takes you places

you never knew existed;

most never come this far,

the journey too long,

one more trip

never made;

out here the ribbons

fly out the door,

the parades pass on by,

time remains right

where you left it,

safe and secure,

in shelters of unmarked

horizons;

out here no one

know your name,

leaving you cold

and numb,

alone and afraid,

empty and drained,

friends come and go,

night time shadows

fade away into nooks

and crannies of far-away

dreams;

out here only the dust

remains.

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