gone
I find myself waltzing in a field
a place of unfamiliar faces
faces wih an unknown past
I must make this moment last
wandering down a winding road
people living on their own
I was sure it was a fake town
I can't make it on my own
I'm sure I am
bearing this heavy load
everyone's not here
floating through time I am not here
this life is a cancer
wishing i could open my eyes
I can't think of an answer
This poem is about:
Me