I Was Here

Prescript: My collective works, I've titled Silent Songs/I Was Here. Is a collection of my thoughts I put down in prose. Whether I really was, nobody really knows. I was left behind these doors. Drifting endlessly on these dried up shores. The sad thing is, I'm not alone. I know of so many others who are unknown. Who sail across these oceans of empty hearted sea's. We're all slowly dieing of this by ourselves disease. The window has a two-way mirror. It see's outside and in. But when no one desires to look. You'll never know what's been. I'll leave this world and die one day. And what I've said, is all I'll say. Van Gogh and me, well just maybe. But I'll be gone, I'll never see.