The shadows stretch themselves out on a path that leads to nowhere, it's unclear, much like how we strive for things we know are never going to be and never will be. Maybe we're both just lost souls looking for closure. Meek and soulless, coy and soundless. Forever dead, and lost within the grasp of something seemingly unsure. That being our future. Yet, we keep going on the path that leads us to nowhere, some of us are running. They're screaming. While some of us want to wake up, others find this nightmare to be pleasing. To each their own nightmare. Some want to be saved, others want to be dead. We're all narrowed down to nothing, like natural selection. Maybe we aren't anything but stardust filled bodies... Why do we even bother to keep going?
Possibly because we follow the shadows of our past and try to comprehend the future.
