...path....part un....

[flightofstars]

The tortured noise of a crowded street
Burning under a mid-afternoon star
Trampled underfoot by those dead on their feet
Rushing towards nowhere in particular
Their maddened speech and song belies
A mind beside itself
And the lifeless veil of darkened eyes
Cheated of their reason to be
They borrow remembrance to upkeep fallen pride
Invent and imagine meaning to exist
While lamenting the day they died