Out Here

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 knows 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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