Walking On

July 17, 2008
By Charles Skibinski, Indialantic, FL


Here we are, just all alone

Nowhere to go, no place to call our home

We travel with the wind and listen to the stars

Never fail to follow our beating hearts

No one will ever, look us in the eyes

Stair down upon us in disgust and despise

We try not to listen but their voices reach our mind

We try to just walk on, their voices will not bind

If one shall grow weary or one shall grow weak

They will chew you up and spit you down the kitchen sink.

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