Footsteps and heart beats
Blank faces, busy streets
Same old places, colored gray
Same old longing to run away.
Cold glance, hollow eyes,
A look that no one can disguise.
Small talk, no words to say,
Just going through the motions every day.
What happened to the real smiles and blue skies?
The wistful conversations and the light in your eyes?
Everyone around me just exists,
Am I the only one who wants to live?
What happened to the dreams you used to dream?
Did you discover that the world's not as it seems?
Living like tomorrow is so far away,
Just going through the motions every day.
© 2015
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
