This is a world meant for survivors.
It’s the strong that make the change.
They come alone, they depart the same;
They have no place to leave their name.
So they drift...
Looking to find the answer that
Separates them from the weak.
Traveling a road,
Never turning their cheek against the wind.
Looking blindly into the sun they walk,
Indifference has slowed them down.
It has branded their skin,
It has become their name:
The art of indifference is their only shame.
Yet empty shells.