Somehow you’re still breathing even though you’re only half alive,
The biggest joke of all, you stand clueless, head in the clouds.
Do you ever think of me when staring off into space?
Words make you bitter, loneliness breeds soliloquies,
Walking for miles in a city that doesn’t know your name,
Heartache feeds upon you, making you feel insane.
Has anybody noticed that I am lost? I may not return.
Will returning suddenly remind them who I am?
Why is it the farther I run the closer you become?
A thousand miles and I hold your words in my hand.
My body is broken; I only have half a brain,
But, apparently, you’re in my thoughts,
Even when I lose my mind.
DannYetmanhttp://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/
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