Travelers by Christopher ShinEmpty spaces and empty
moments I linger by.
I wonder when with all
these smiling faces
did I slowly become
part of this world.
I see the world I have never
had a chance to see
as they smile with
blank faces at my sullen
gaze.
I want to be them,
but more I want to
be like them.
I envy their nature.
Full of life but
full of interest.
I hate them for their
their desire to find the
world all around them,
and crave what
they took for advantage.
I hate them for their
simplicity of life,
and want nothing more
then my own demise
at their cost. 01/11/2009 Posted on 01/11/2009 Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
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