These feet keep moving on streets
that I seek until I become weak.
places
I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here
My eyes are windows
I went the other way.
It is gone. Nothing remains
These feet keep moving on streets
that I seek until I become weak.
I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here
My eyes are windows
I went the other way.
It is gone. Nothing remains
