Everyday faces having familiar voices…
I seem to be lost in crowd but I am not…
I’m certain with each step that I took…
I know which way to go…
I’m sure of my steps…
I have seen no one to follow…
So I make my own…
I walk as slowly as I could…
Looking intently on all the things around and beside me,
Trying at my very least to identify a single ground
No one talks but I hear voices from all over the place I barely
comprehend
Crowded but I feel no one…
So plain…in a simplest form of illusion
I saw one man holding a promise of good life
Once…our paths had crossed…
Our eyes once again meet…
But gone were the smiles once worn…
Meaningless….
And we walk on our own ways without leaving a word…
the silence we just made was empty...
the silence we just made was empty...
Sometimes walking away speaks it all…
and the footprints could define them...
Short…fast… and shallow breaths…
I walk as many steps as I could…
I seem to be in a search,
in the middle of the crowd…
I don’t have to stay…
I don’t have to wait…
I can't...
I have to live...
I have to walk away…
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