Meaningless Conversation
A meaningless conversation.
Familiar scenery.
Overgrowing population.
Not a person needing me.
Echoes of the days that passed.
The silence of utter loathing.
In my own world, an outcast.
A soul, with no purpose. Roaming.
Longing to belong somehow.
Fading away, steadily. Slowly.
No one is holier than thou.
No one here is even holy.
Stop to think. Time still ticks.
Ever flowing stream of life.
Feel the wind against my lips,
From memories before I died.
Burning away the midnight oil.
Burning what's left of my home.
Let it get back in the soil.
Cry, then continue to roam.