Alone

January 31, 2014

Culture and community?

What does that even mean?

The faces rush by in an unfamiliar sea.

Time is ticking, the world never stops.

And neither do you to say hello.

I guess I'll never know you, even though I'll be here four years tops.

Dying in this sea is beauty and grace.

Just one more person who wastes what was given.

I stand alone inside my case.

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