Path To the Pacific
I think sometimes we get lost
in the sea.
Our souls take a vacation and we
cease to be.
but even with our souls,
who are we?
only meaningless zombies
wandering around with two left feet.
We cross the borders we set for ourselves,
and drown in lives from someone else.
but even when we cease to be
with our souls,
we're left with question,
"Who are we?"
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