Shapes off the interstate
The faces that you love to hate
The stars that collide in place
The sun that shines on
Even when you never notice
The boy that calls to you
Ever wanting more
The doors to an empty place
Teeming with life
But longing for liveliness
The creatures in the garden
And under your bed
Are dead
The books read that do not give
The tales they tell
Just to get a laugh
The bridges you burn
The sky that burns too
The family you lost
But has not lost you
The lost thoughts you used to have
The ideas that sprung are clogged
The dreams you dream
Do not mean a thing
The hands you have are bleeding
While still dry
The eyes you have are crying
Behind an emotionless facade
The people you know
But don't really know
The teachers that teach
Not one thing that you learn
But the things that you absorb
Then forever let go
Never to be thought of again
The things that you say
The things that you write
The things that you think
Don't mean a thing
The settling rush
The flowers you pass
The sidewalks you walk on
But you never really walked on
The things that you saw
But you never really saw
Is this how it is
Is this how you want to live
Expecting no more from life
While they expect nothing more from you
Is this how you will always be
Just waiting for the next day to rest
But never looking back
Never having one regret
For all the wasted time
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