Second Hand Feelings

No rainbows to ride, no dreams to chase. No songs in his heart, no love in his soul. Lost in a future without an end. without purpose, care or a friend. An aimless heart, a lonely soul, unwilling to reach or start, unwilling to pay the toll. Passion restrained in avoidance of pain. No cause to fight, no blood to stain. No love to find, no love to lose. No questions to ask, no reasons to choose. Feelings felt with no glory, in a second-hand way, through his digital story. Will he ever feel anything, will he ever touch anyone. Will he risk the sting, will he stop the run. His life felled with lonely dreams, of beautiful brave scenes, seen not by you nor by me the only he knows hepatic. Feelings felt without glory or passion in that second-hand way. If he could only see his own sad and empty story.