walking thru ashes we walk thru ashes..of days gone by. Unable to find a true identity..always questioning why. Does anyone know us..or will we forever be doomed. Were we ever welcomed by anyone..or were we always marooned. Searching for remnants..of who and what we am. Were we left on the door steps..are we a forgotten man. Roaming thru unclaimed luggage..hoping to find. Some traces of the past..or ARE we lost in time. Too often we search..for visions of the past. Only to learn..that they never can last. So why must it be..that the past we can’t see. So how do we know..if we are really who we are suppose to be. SEA OF BOOZE |
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