Wandering. Endless roads. I feel nothing.
Wandering this brave new world, I feel nothing.
Drifting through this place everything and everyone is unrecognizable.
I am walking tomorrow's trail with yesterday wrapped around my legs.
Unnoticed.
Good luck,
I said as you walked away from me.
I see no redeemable qualities in your face, in anyone's.
Good luck.
Searching for something worth searching for.
Trace our steps and map out our destination.
We re not moving. We are stationary.
Drag your feet and hide your teeth.
You're nothing new.
I'm nothing new.
I see them drowning, drowning at my feet their arms outstretched searching but I watch them sink.