Imperfection at Work

9. Walking Dead

As I step into this fallen world,
I face troubled beings once more.
I have no idea what truly hides in their dark, lifeless eyes.

I know I do not belong here.

These people have become damaged bodies
With no true soul,
Their souls were too dirty and too exposed to last,
So, their spirits that were so naive drifted away.
Now, I only know them as the walking dead.

They pretend not to stumble and fall, and they break through the world as if they were truly alive.
They go around trying to pull crazy riots.
These creatures just choose to stick with each other, but others are being dragged along.

I watch them go by with clueless faces as I embrace myself real tight.
I don't want to endure this untamed world alone.
I'm afraid of the causes of their unthoughtful actions.

They will throw cold dirt on me and force me to taste poisonous things,
So that I'll become as addicted and ignorant through that trance!
They'll choose to engulf me whole because I'm the "oddball".

But I know perfectly well,
It's because I am truly above them.
So from a distance, I stupidly follow the crowd,
But I know I am not one of them.

They always trip with groans and mumbles because they crave for more chaos.
I know I can save myself from this world.
I whisper to myself "I don't need to stay."
I really want this precious soul of mine!

I'm not going to let it escape now
Because I know I have much more to live for.

I am not dead.