I can not be the only lonely soul drifting through existence, a face in the crowd with my head in the clouds, the persistence of distance consistent

I can not be the most hollow of hearts on a path traveled by so many, we walk side by side yet held hostage by pride, show contempt so contently I resent thee

I can not be the most morbid of minds in a world so full of sorrows, haunted by your death as you took your last breath, for tomorrows not promised just borrowed