I must be a shadow as i am seen but not noticed, or perhaps wind experienced but not felt.When I talk i am not heard. my smile is wasted on myself .I feel as if i am going mad aboard a ship heading to nowhere. There should be something other than confusion and frustration. I have survived injuries that should have toppled me. But still I live, I am ashamed to say I wish it would end. I have all the worldly persessions anyone could ask for. yet i envy the hobo under the bridge. Is it a joke yes it is me "a joke"spoiled by western hypocracy .Where are those dreams that gave purpose. A road to travel, a path to follow. An open heart. To love, to be loved. When did I loose my way? Why
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Jan 16, 2013