Shadows of who they used to be,
painted on the walls of the paths
that they didn't take or see
when there were no maps.
//
One of these days they'll be gone,
everything will come to an end,
there will be no green lawn,
no more gifts and kisses to send
//
And then where you may go
There won't be any directions
As the void has no selections
//
So any path you take to show
that you do it because you dare
It won't really lead you anywhere.
(9th July 2017)
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