To All the Faces I Pass
With my thoughts far and wide,
I travel a familiar path.
With my sight locked to the ground,
I see what has long past.
My eyes lie to themselves,
ignoring faces as they pass.
I will never know how long,
this haze of days will last.
Copyright © Angel Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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