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Looking Without Seeing

Cold North wind, in the dark of night Blowing through me, leaving its chill in my bones. Walk with me for a while, open up your heart. Stroll with me down these night shaded streets, These empty sidewalks; rasping whispers of lifeless leaves. Talk with me a while, open up your mind. Ideas and thoughts pierce me with their razor edge, Going through me and becoming something new. Stand with me a while, open up your eyes. Peer inside and tell me what you find Stirring in the depths of the fading light. See with me for a while, open up your soul. Find the beautiful sadness that dwells inside; So near to you now, hear the music it makes. Turn and walk away, leave me here alone; Say my name, but don’t apologize, Don’t look back, don’t wanna break your heart. Fade into the night, footsteps echo ever further; No shame, no blame, no trampled feelings, Just another night, another receding hope. See me for a while, the things that never were. A voice of air, whispering away without being heard, Eyes of despair, seeing but never seen, Soul of lost hope, withered without notice, Broken heart, sundered by time. Hear me for a while, the music I make; Tears that never fell, sobbing on the inside, Arms that never held, worry worn hands, Legs that stand and carry on, always moving. Remember me for a while, then let me fade away. He stood here stoic, never knew why. He never said, or if he did no one ever listened. Then one day he walked away, or was gently left behind. We were never sure, he just sort of slipped away. Forget me for a while, but make it last forever; Time will see to it, it always does by and by. He’ll be okay, he always seems to be; Most of the time anyway, just the way we like. We don’t really know him, just a stranger in the dark. He drifts with us for a while, keeps us going straight. Seems like a nice enough guy, if a little strange. Funny how no one seems to remember much about him, But I guess that’s just the way of things, the way it is.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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